Jayce straightened a little, his cheekbones still dusted pink, but he was getting his blushing under control. Much like Viktor, he was torn about how to act next. He hadn't meant to put his partner in an uncomfortable situation, not now and not in the past. Touching others was simply Jayce's first way of expressing concern or friendliness, but he could now see how it could have been interpreted as him wanting more.  Perhaps, subconsciously, that's exactly what he was doing.

He didn't want to stop touching Viktor, is the thing, but he also didn't want to make things awkward between them. In the end, it was not his choice to make, and in part, he was grateful for that. He took a step closer, looked down between them, and brushed his hand against Viktor's before meeting the man's eyes. 

"Do you want me to stop?"