A heavy workday for Viktor involved two things: course meetings and whiny students who lacked any sense of decorum to hold back from blurting nonsense in class. With the current education regulations, you must handle students with kid gloves—be too lenient, and they'll treat you like a clown; be too strict, and the parents of the little devil will threaten to sue you for harassment. He loved his job, but high school teenagers could be absolute bastards when they wanted to be.

Ending a Friday with both situations felt bitter, given what awaited him that evening. Because yes, Professor Viktor had a life—a life full of vibrant colors that brought him comfort. He was counting the hours to get to his boyfriend Jayce's apartment and tell him how Marie, his coordinator, was an absolute witch.

Dragging himself out of the school, Viktor bid farewell to his coworkers and headed toward his car, an olive-colored sedan he proudly purchased after his third year of work. Jayce had said it suited him: understated, low-profile, nothing flashy. Not that Viktor wasn't eye-catching—he certainly was, but only to the right eyes, particularly Jayce's. To him, Viktor was a beacon guiding a lost ship in the vast sea.

The drive to Jayce's place was short. The sun was setting behind him, and the city lights were beginning to glow. Traffic swelled as rush hour peaked, and everyone seemed desperate to get home on a Friday, just like Viktor.

He turned on the radio, playing the song Jayce had dedicated to him on their first anniversary to soothe his nerves amid the bright headlights. There was something about Our Way to Fall by Yo La Tengo that calmed him immensely—perhaps the thought of Jayce, of holding him close, listening to his heartbeat match the rhythm of his breathing. Viktor loved recalling their first anniversary; it had been a disaster. They had planned a picnic in a nearby town, but halfway there, it started pouring. They ended up eating stew at a small, hidden eatery before heading back home to watch low-budget movies. Even so, any plan with Jayce felt like heaven to Viktor—and vice versa. Their mere company was enough to make everything perfect.

Finally, the traffic eased, and the familiar road to Jayce's home drew closer. Viktor debated making a quick stop to grab some wine. It wouldn't hurt to have a bottle tonight.

Jayce, on the other hand, had had a good day at work. University students were very different from Viktor's high schoolers. Of course, there were exceptions—students who didn't seem to make progress in any direction—but they tried. Despite teaching four-hour classes of advanced calculus, none of it fazed him.

Professor Talis was practically a star in the mechatronics faculty, loved and admired by his students. It wasn't as if Viktor wasn't appreciated; he was. But in high school, only a handful of students loved advanced algebra. Those few lit up when Viktor explained algebraic function derivatives.

Jayce still remembered meeting Viktor during their university years. They hadn't exactly hit it off initially—Viktor was quiet and introverted, while Jayce was vibrant and extroverted, almost blindingly so. But a group project forced them to talk, and they became a peculiar blend of acquaintances and friends.

Their bond grew: lunches together at the university cafeteria, spontaneous trips to nearby coffee shops to discuss projects and prototype ideas for competitions they would inevitably win. Then came sleepovers with shared playlists and cheap liquor, sleeping in the same bed until one drunken party led to a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Locked in a cluttered closet, they shared their first kiss.

What followed was a mess of apologies and an attempted distancing that failed miserably. Like air and water, Jayce needed Viktor. One particularly rainy day, a drenched Jayce showed up at Viktor's door to confess: the "gay panic" he'd been feeling was love. All those sleepovers? He'd secretly longed to hold him, run his fingers through his soft chestnut hair, and kiss the moles dotting his face—and wherever else they might be. Viktor responded with a passionate kiss, and the rest was history.

Jayce's apartment was cozy. As soon as he had the chance, he bought a two-and-a-half-size bed for their comfort, complete with a scratched bed frame courtesy of Cleo, the cat who spent more time at Jayce's place than Viktor's. The apartment featured framed photos from their university days, diplomas, pictures with his mother, and shelves filled with books.

In the kitchen, modern appliances accompanied a bar with stools and a dining table with just two chairs. Jayce was busy preparing dinner.

"Jayce, I'm home," Viktor called out from the entrance.

"Finally! The traffic must've been hell."

Cleo brushed against Viktor's legs in greeting. Viktor loved the sensation; it made him feel like he was truly home. He walked curiously down the hallway leading to the kitchen, spotting Jayce in an apron, pulling a salmon dish out of the oven.

"Looks like we're having seafood tonight," Viktor quipped.

"And lots of white wine."

"Are we celebrating something?" Viktor left his cane on the counter and sat on a stool.

"Uh... yes?"

Viktor's face was a map of confusion.

"You forgot."

"Depends—life or death?"

"Not life-threatening, but I could kill you," Jayce teased, gesturing toward the calendar.

Viktor checked his phone's calendar and immediately rubbed his temple. "Sorry… I didn't mean to forget. Happy—"

"No need to apologize. I know you're swamped with work."

"Today was awful, now that you mention it."

"Marie again."

"Don't get me started."

Both said simultaneously, "She's a witch."
Jayce grinned. "I've told you before—apply to my university."

"Not until I finish my PhD," Viktor replied.

"Promise me?"

"I promise."

"Now, let's eat before the garlic salmon gets cold."

"Anthony Bourdain could never, my love."

"The wine's gone," Jayce lamented.

"Good thing I have a surprise for you." Viktor pulled a bottle of expensive, high-alcohol wine from his bag.

"How much did that set you back?" Jayce asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Happy anniversary."

"What do you propose?"

"Drinking game?" Viktor suggested, grinning.

"We're not twenty anymore, Talis."

"Come on, it'll be fun. A glass for every finger you put down."

"Fine, but you start."

Jayce raised his hands. "Never have I ever had sex in public."

"Oh, screw you, Talis." Viktor lowered a finger and took a sip.

"With who? Because it wasn't me." Jayce's inquisitive look was laced with mock jealousy.

"It was at nineteen. A drunk fling in a concert bathroom. Horrible."

"And you never told me?"

"Unnecessary information. My turn. Never have I ever stolen a friend's girlfriend."

"You're never letting that go," Jayce muttered, lowering a finger and taking a drink.

"Admit it, that was low."

"It was just a kiss."

"Excuses."

"My turn. Never have I ever fallen in love with a professor."

"Well played." Viktor took another drink.

"You had a crush on our programming professor?" Jayce asked, scandalized.

"He was charming, eloquent, and married."

"At least I didn't kiss someone else's girlfriend."

"Okay, I'm done with this game. Let's drink like adults. Besides, I'm already tipsy."

"Same."

"Wait—you really hooked up in a bar bathroom?"

"Ancient history."

"And you didn't tell me."

"Now you know."

"It bothers me more that it wasn't with me."

"Are you saying you want to?"

"Maybe."

"It's past midnight. Where would we even—" Viktor trailed off, noticing Jayce opening the curtains wide to reveal the massive window overlooking the city.

"You're insane, Talis."

"We're on the sixth floor. No one will see, but we'll see them."

Viktor walked over. "You're lucky I'm drunk enough for this."

"I know, darling."
Jayce plants a kiss on Viktor that turns into a desperate dance between their tongues, their teeth clashing, while their hands unbutton their shirts. The hunger for each other consumes them and turns them into a fire whose flame grows as their lips separate leaving a thin thread of saliva tying them together. They could both feel the bulge in their pants getting harder the more their lips came together. No matter how many years passed, they kept the passion of the first time intact, the desire for each other burning. Little by little they stripped off their clothes until they were in their underwear. Viktor stopped the kiss to kneel and approach Jayce's erect member and free it from his underwear. He proceeded to give soft kisses to the head while Jayce couldn't hold back the urge to put it down his throat. He began to lick the base from top to bottom enjoying the taste of his beloved. He began to suck and Jayce let out a loud moan that made Viktor use his hand to help himself. He moved his head rhythmically taking him to his throat from time to time making Jayce enter a trance of endless pleasure. For Jayce the view was incredible, Viktor with his cock kneeling, as if he worshipped it, almost made him cum.
He stops Viktor and puts him against the window, takes off his underwear and grabs the lubricant bathing his entire groin in it. He proceeds to prepare by inserting a finger while touching his member, Viktor does nothing but moan muffledly. Jayce leaves marks of his teeth on his neck and shoulders. With the second finger Viktor lets out a high-pitched moan that turns him on even more and he has plenty of patience because all he wants is to put it in right then and there. With the third finger Viktor lets out a loud moan and does nothing but beg Jayce to put it in, which he obeys. He gently inserts his member inside Viktor and they both merge with each other in front of the city lights.
—J-Jayce… give me more…—Viktor says between moans.
Jayce thrusts faster into Viktor making the window shake from the pressure he exerts, both are lost in the ecstasy they feel. Thrust after thrust, both don't know if it's the sex or the alcohol, but they feel so intoxicated with each other that they could faint from the pleasure they feel at that moment. Jayce thrusts hard against Viktor and he can no longer contain his moans. Now is not the time to think about the neighbors, after all, they are having sex in front of the city.
"Baby, I think I'm going to cum," Jayce says with labored breathing.
"I'm going to cum too," Viktor says between moans.
Jayce increases the pace and strength of his thrusts, moaning Viktor's name, the drops of sweat on their bodies fused them together and Jayce kept kissing Viktor's neck.
In one last move, Viktor stains the window with his semen and Jayce cums on Viktor's back leaving a trail of his seed and sweat on it.
The city lights shined, the cars passed by, and the two kissed exhausted.
The Aftermath

They showered together, the water washing away the remnants of their evening's passion. Viktor laughed as Jayce teased him about his striped pajamas, saying they made him look like an old man.

Sliding into bed, Jayce turned to Viktor. "After all these years... do you still want to be with me?"

Viktor rolled his eyes affectionately. "Jayce, we just had an exhibitionist moment in your living room. What do you think?"

"Still," Jayce insisted, his voice softer now, "would you do it all over again?"

"Every moment," Viktor replied, his gaze unwavering.

Jayce smiled, pulling Viktor close. "I love you, Viktor."

"And I love you, Jayce."

Their whispered promises filled the room, mingling with the hum of the city outside. Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted to sleep, content in their shared world—a small sanctuary of love, laughter, and their quirky cat, Cleo.