[Viktor is the worse bed mate between the two of them. He fidgets and adjusts and turns over constantly, stretches and contracts, grumbles and mutters. Basically everything short of snoring. Still, with Brad so firm and warm in his bed, Viktor can actually find some rest. Much better rest than his usual actual.
It reminded him of when he was sneaking into the Academy. When he didn't want to travel all the way back to the undercity and risk drawing attention to his deception. He could usually find some young man of Piltover willing to keep him in his bed or on his couch for the night. Not even all that often for sex, just a friendly or convenient favor, an exchange for help completing some project or assignment. Viktor was always crafty with that sort of thing. Good at overstaying his welcome.
And sometime it had gone along with a fling. How times did change... now all he thought about was his work. He nuzzles into Brad's arms and while he woke up, briefly, at his more usual time... the feeling of being held lulled him back to some much needed sleep. The debt he's in from so many long nights in the lab, followed by early mornings right back, is incalculable.
It is around 10am that the phone by his desk is rattling, a direct line from his apartment to the lab that he'd designed so he could be reached even off his usual hours. The noise does startle him awake, but then he's double startled to find himself so buried into another man's chest, held so securely in his arms-
Brad could probably beat him to picking it up, Viktor needs to shake off the stun he woke up to]
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It reminded him of when he was sneaking into the Academy. When he didn't want to travel all the way back to the undercity and risk drawing attention to his deception. He could usually find some young man of Piltover willing to keep him in his bed or on his couch for the night. Not even all that often for sex, just a friendly or convenient favor, an exchange for help completing some project or assignment. Viktor was always crafty with that sort of thing. Good at overstaying his welcome.
And sometime it had gone along with a fling. How times did change... now all he thought about was his work. He nuzzles into Brad's arms and while he woke up, briefly, at his more usual time... the feeling of being held lulled him back to some much needed sleep. The debt he's in from so many long nights in the lab, followed by early mornings right back, is incalculable.
It is around 10am that the phone by his desk is rattling, a direct line from his apartment to the lab that he'd designed so he could be reached even off his usual hours. The noise does startle him awake, but then he's double startled to find himself so buried into another man's chest, held so securely in his arms-
Brad could probably beat him to picking it up, Viktor needs to shake off the stun he woke up to]