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Bojan wasn’t sure when it had started. When exactly he had decided that he didn’t have to sit with his bandmates on the bus, but would rather enjoy the company of a certain finnish rapper for the whole ride. He couldn’t tell the exact time the decision had formed in his head, but he also couldn’t say he regretted it.
The ride to the hotel felt somewhat eternal, but at least Bojan had Jere to distract him. They spoke about everything and nothing, making dumb jokes no one else understood. It was easy, being around the finn. He was so happy and cheery all the time, jumping head first into conversations even though he didn’t always manage with the language so well.
But in addition to the goofy fun Jere offered, he was also a great listener. It wasn’t difficult or awkward to steer the conversation towards something more serious and sensitive with him. Quite the opposite, it was perhaps a bit too easy. Bojan had known him for a very short time, and yet he felt like he could open up his whole heart to the man and not feel like it would be at risk.
Weird.
They were approximately halfway through the ride, when Bojan felt Jere’s hand brush against his thigh. An accident, surely? It was just the lightest brush of the finn’s fingers against the side of his leg, but then it was there again, making the younger man swallow. He took in a deep breath, focusing for a moment on something Alessandra was saying.
If someone would ask him later, he would have no idea what it had been.
Jere’s coat felt heavy on his lap. The finn had shrugged it off a while ago, complaining about wearing too many clothes. Bojan didn’t mind the heavy piece of fabric on his lap, even though it really wasn’t cold on the bus. But for some reason, just the idea of having something of Jere’s on his body made him unfairly giddy.
He would have to work on that.
Jere was chatting away with the germans sitting in front of them, and for a moment Bojan was mesmerized by the way his eyes sparkled and crinkled slightly at the corners when Chris said something that made him laugh.
That’s when Bojan felt it again, only this time more clear. Jere’s hand shifted under the jacket, the side of the finn’s hand pressing more firmly against Bojan’s thigh. The slovene inhaled sharply through his nose, feeling little fireworks sparking in his body, right where Jere was touching him.
What the hell?
Jere’s pinky finger moved slowly up and down, gently petting the side of Bojan’s leg. Jere gestured with his other hand, using the movement of his body to cover up his other hand moving higher against Bojan’s leg, now closer to the younger man’s hip than his knee.
And then the touch disappeared.
Bojan wanted to pout at his friend because he found himself missing it.
Experimentally, Bojan shifted his leg closer to Jere. The bus was small, they were sitting close to each other already, but the younger man nudged his knee carefully against Jere’s. The finn looked at him with an unassuming smile, before focusing back on Chris. Bojan couldn’t help but feel a light sting of disappointment.
The conversation went on around them, shifting from one subject to another. Something made Jere laugh, and the finn leaned his body against Bojan’s, and as a reflex the slovene wrapped an arm around the older man.
It was normal for them, they had grown very tactile around each other and no one really questioned it. Jere didn’t question it either, and suddenly Bojan felt Jere’s hand against his leg again.
The finn seemed bolder now, resting his entire palm on Bojan’s thigh. It still wasn’t high enough to be considered anything more than friendly, at least for them, but the feeling of the other man’s hand on his thigh made Bojan bite the inside of his cheek. Jere bent his fingers slightly, gently petting the younger man’s leg. Bojan could imagine the way the finn’s green nails pressed against the fabric of his pants, scratching lightly against the dark material.
Jere still seemed unphased, as if his hand had a mind of it’s own, working completely independently from the rest of him. He didn’t look at Bojan, he was still talking to everyone else, while inching his hand higher.
As the finn’s hand moved further in Bojan’s lap, the tip of his pinky finger now grazing Bojan’s inner thigh, the slovene was suddenly very happy that Jere's coat was on their lap. He could feel the steady rush of blood moving south in his body, the higher Jere moved his hand. And the finn was getting really high .
Jere squeezed again, harder this time, and Bojan felt a shock of electricity jolting through his body. He bit his lips, his gaze snapping to the older man, but Jere still wasn’t looking at him.
The finn pushed the tips of his fingers more tightly against Bojan’s thigh, his fingers spread wide, as if trying to grab as much as the younger man’s leg as possible. Bojan shifted, unsure if he was trying to get away or not, only knowing that his dick twitched in his pants and he really needed to focus so that he wouldn’t get a raging boner in a small bus, surrounded by the other countries’ representatives.
Jere didn’t seem to share his worries, kneading his fingers more firmly into Bojan’s thigh. His pinky was now touching the inner seam of Bojan’s pants, slowly inching higher. The younger man bit his tongue, feeling the muscles on his leg tense under Jere’s ministrations.
Shit shit shit
The bus took a sharp turn, making Jere’s body press more heavily into Bojan’s. The older man quite obviously used his hand on the slovene’s leg for leverage, keeping himself somewhat upright.
Bojan’s dick gave another interested twitch at the slight pinch of pain caused by the way Jere’s fingers dug into his flesh.
“We have race driver” Jere laughed, leaning back to his own seat.
“Definitely seems that way” Everyone seemed to find the slightly chaotic driving amusing, but Bojan found his mouth dry and unable to form sentences because Jere’s hand was now rubbing up and down his thigh. Slowly, carefully, the movement undoubtedly unnoticeable from the outside.
But Bojan felt it.
He felt the way Jere’s hand kept getting higher with every upward stroke.
The way his pants started to feel uncomfortably tight.
The way Jere’s hand had definitely brushed against Bojan’s dick just now.
It wasn’t until Jere suddenly had a phone in his hands, his touch abruptly leaving Bojan’s thigh, happily blabbing away at the camera and then pointing it at Bojan, that the slovene sobered up slightly.
Jere called him his best friend, Jokerman and Justin Bieber, all in one sentence. The younger man gave a sheepish smile at the camera pointed his way, one that evolved into an awkward laugh when Jee kept rambling on about boyfriends.
What?
As a panicked, knee-jerk reaction, Bojan spat out a few words of Justin Bieber’s song.
“If I was your boyfriend I’d never let you go”
I Indeed would not.
“Yeah, Keep - keep me” Jere looked at him with such a swooning gaze that Bojan just had to wrap an arm around his shoulder again. “You wanna keep me yes”
They leaned their heads together, and Bojan felt his heart pound in his chest.
“We have same hotel room”
“No, No-” Jere erupted into a loud laughter, at Bojan’s reaction, making the slovene laugh as well.
“Yes yes!”
Bojan found himself agreeing, against his better judgement.
“One room”
“Only one bed, yes yes”
They kept rambling nonsense for a moment, the camera still filming.
Bojan tried very hard to keep his face neutral, his body still very much reacting to the way Jere shifted next to him.
Alessanda interrupted them for a moment, but once again Bojan had no idea what she was saying. He also had no idea what he replied to Jere, once the finn’s attention was back on him.
Jere stopped recording, his phone disappearing somewhere under the coat that was still resting on their laps.
It only took a few seconds before Jere’s hand was brushing against his thigh again. He was back to the light teasing, only softly grazing his pinky against Bojan’s leg. But now, the finn was looking at him. His face was the picture of innocence, apart from his eyes. His pupils were blown, the black swallowing almost all of the blue.
Bojan could see the smudges of his earlier stage makeup still, the leftover mascara making his lashes look longer and thicker.
As if he needed it.
Bojan moved his leg closer to Jere’s again, encouraging the older man to touch more, even though he knew it was a bad idea.
(Un)fortunately, Jere did just that. He moved his hand on Bojan’s thigh again, his fingers directly squeezing against the slovene’s inner thigh, kneading the soft flesh.
Jere kept his little game going the whole way to the hotel. One moment his hand was there, touching, squeezing, sneakily brushing against body parts friends were definitely not supposed to touch. And in the next, his touch would be gone, and despite the growing frustration, Bojan wanted to whine at the loss every single time.
Something dark and hungry built in the pit of Bojan’s stomach as he saw the way Jere was so innocently chatting with everyone else, as if his actions weren’t affecting him at all. The way he could drive Bojan absolutely crazy and still behave as if nothing was happening. The need to make the other man see and feel exactly what he was doing grew with every minute that ticked by.
The bus finally arrived to the hotel, but Bojan didn’t realise until Jere tried to take the jacket off his lap. Reflexively the slovenian grabbed the dark fabric to keep it exactly where it was.
“I’ll bring this” Bojan’s voice came out strained, and he couldn’t take his eyes away from the way Jere smiled at him, confused.
“But it cold, I need -”
“I said I’ll bring it” Something flashed in Jere’s eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared. The finn nodded, heading out of the bus after the other.
Bojan needed to take a deep breath before he could follow suit, the jacket tightly gripped in his hand to cover his lap so that he could save at least some of his dignity.
Jere was so going to pay for this
They got to the elevator, every step more uncomfortable than the last due to the way Bojan’s pants kept shifting against his boner. Piling up into an elevator full of people was the last thing he wanted to do, but Jere walked in and the slovene wasn’t willing to let him out of his sight.
They stopped on multiple floors, the people slowly trickling out, one delegation at a time. Bojan squeezed the jacket more tightly in his fist, his eyes glued on Jere. The older man was looking anywhere but towards him. He still looked calm and unaffected, as if he was completely unknowing of the raging boner that was bothering Bojan. That he had very much caused.
The elevator dinged, letting out yet another delegation.
The last one.
Now it was just the two of them.
Jere’s room was not on this floor.
And yet, when the elevator stopped on the sixth floor, he got out before Bojan, an expectant look on his face.
“Coming?”
Coming? COMING?
“Yeah” Bojan walked briskly towards his room, keeping the jacket tightly in front of his crotch. Jere followed, not a word said between them before the door to the hotel room snapped shut behind Jere.
Bojan didn’t give the older man a second to look around before the slovene was all up in his business, harshly pushing him back first against the door. Jere’s body made a soft thud against the thick wood, and a huff of air escaped his lips. Bojan’s hand grabbed at the finn’s waist immediately, the tips of his fingers sinking into the older man’s flesh through the hoodie he was wearing. Bojan pushed his body snuggly against Jere's, his heart thudding as he met Jere’s gaze with his own.
Jere’s eyes looked dark, darker than Bojan had ever seen them. His lips were parted lightly, and his dark gaze darted to Bojan’s lips and back up, revealing what he wanted. The slovene licked his lips unconsciously, and that was the only warning the finn got before Bojan pressed their lips together. The kiss was hungry, burning, as Bojan wasted no time licking dirty into Jere’s mouth, pressing his tongue against the other man’s.
Jere let out a surprised little moan, the sound disappearing against Bojan’s mouth. The slovene didn’t ease up, exploring the other man’s mouth with his tongue while pushing his hands under Jere’s shirt. The other man’s skin was soft and warm, and Bojan could feel the little shiver running though Jere’s body as he moved his hands higher, only breaking the kiss for a moment long enough to pull the piece of clothing over the finns head.
Bojan pushed his knee between Jere’s legs, forcing his thighs apart so that the younger man could slot his body even closer. Jere moaned again, his lips falling more open and pliant against Bojan’s as the slovene held his hips again, the other man’s shirt already in a forgotten heap on the floor.
The finn shifted against him, his hands against Bojan’s lower stomach, gripping the hem of his shirt. Bojan moved his own hands from Jere’s hips to his lower back, making the older man’s body arch against him, his groin rubbing against Bojan’s thigh. The slovene swallowed every single pathetic little sound that escaped Jere’s lips, before pulling back slightly.
Jere looked less calm and collected now, his cheeks reddened, kiss swollen lips still parted with short, panted breaths slipping from between them.
“You thought that was funny, the little trick you pulled?” Bojan asked, shifting his knee higher when he didn’t hear a reply immediately, the movement pulling a broken yelp from Jere.
“Maybe”
“Maybe?” Bojan smiled, pressing his forehead against Jere’s, reveling in the nervous little swallow of air he could hear Jere taking. ”You’re a little tease, aren’t you”
“Yes” Jere’s tone was eager, and he shifted against Bojan’s body. “What you do about it?”
This little shit -
Bojan groaned, pressing their lips together again. He was going to show Jere exactly what he was going to do about it.
Bojan bit the older man’s lower lip, licking over it to soothe the sting while slipping his fingers under the waistband of his pants. The fabric gave way as the slovene moved his hands lower, until his palms rested fully against Jere's ass. He squeezed greedily, the finn's lips falling open with a gasp. Jere moved his leg to wrap it behind Bojan's thigh, to pull him closer, his hips messily grinding against the younger man. He had slipped his hands under the slovene's shirt, cold air suddenly made Bojan shiver when it came in contact with the exposed sliver of skin as Jere rucked the shirt up.
Bojan gave the older man's ass one more squeeze before pulling his hands away in order to wrap one around Jere’s neck, the finn’s hands immediately slipping away from under Bojan’s shirt in order to grab a hold of the slovene’s wrist. The finn made a disgruntled sound, their kiss coming to an abrupt end as Bojan leaned back and focused on the way his hand looked wrapped around the other man’s neck. He could feel Jere’s adam’s apple jump, but otherwise the finn gave no reaction, his blue eyes fixed on Bojan’s. His hold around the slovene’s wrist wasn’t tight, more like he was just resting his hands there. They stared at each other for a moment, both breathing hard. Bojan could feel Jere's erection against his thigh, the desperate movements of his hips coming to a halt as he stared at the slovene with hungry anticipation.
Bojan moved his other hand to touch the side of Jere's face, slowly sliding it down to cup the older man's jaw. He brushed his thumb against Jere's lower lip, the pad of his finger gathering the moisture before the finn opened his mouth, pushing his tongue against the digit. Bojan watched with horny curiosity as his hand seemed to move on its own accord, pushing his thumb into Jere's mouth, until the other man wrapped his lips around it, his tongue twirling around the finger as he sucked.
All the while staring at Bojan.
The slovene felt the rest of the blood in his body rush south, causing a loud humming sound in his ears.
Jere seemed to be on some sort of a path of self destruction, lewdly opening his mouth, his tongue still pressed against Bojan's thumb. The finn leaned his head back slightly, letting his eyes roll back in his head. He looked obscene.
Bojan’s mouth watered.
“You’re something else” The slovene muttered before, somewhat reluctantly, moving his hand from Jere’s face, sliding it down the other man’s body, all the way to the waist of his pants.
Bojan had a lot of ideas on what he would like to do to that mouth, but right now he had a one track mind that was leading him to something else.
He slipped his hand under Jere’s pants again, wrapping his finger’s around the other man’s erection. Jere whined at the sudden touch, his hips thrusting forward into the slovene’s grip. Bojan added a bit of pressure on his hold around the finn’s neck, not enough to really choke him, but a quick reminder on who was calling the shots.
Satisfied with the way Jere settled, Bojan moved his hand against Jere’s cock, pressing his thumb against the slit on the tip. He could feel precum covering his fingers, Jere’s breathing picking up with every little movement of his hand. The finn’s grip around Bojan’s wrist was tighter now, his nails pressing against the pale skin. Bojan leaned close to Jere’s ear, pressing a light kiss against the edge of his jaw before nipping at the lobe of his ear, the metal of Jere’s earring cold where it touched the slovene’s lip.
“Bojan -” Jere’s voice cracked slightly, and Bojan could feel the way his heart thrummed against his fingers.
“Yes?” The younger man whispered, grinning when Jere tried to unsuccessfully twist away from the breath of air tickling his neck. The finn didn’t reply, just moaned again at a particularly skilled twist of Bojan’s hand around his dick. The slovene repeated the movement, quickly picking up on what drove the other man crazy and using all of it against the older man.
He picked up the pace, determinately pushing Jere towards his orgasm while the finn could do very little else than whimper in the slovene's ear.
"Bojan, wait, " Jere panted, his nails digging into the younger man's arm, "I'm going to -" he didn't quite manage to finish the sentence, the words falling apart into an incoherent groan as he released over Bojan's hand. The slovene helped him through it, moving his hand until the touch seemed to be slipping to the wrong side of overwhelming, judging by the way Jere’s brows furrowed and he tried to pull himself away from Bojan’s touch.
Bojan kept peppering wet kisses on the other man’s neck, the dark want in his body getting stronger with every hitch of Jere’s breath.
“Why did you -” Jere sounded confused, his tone quite different now from the snarky one Bojan had heard just a while ago. “What about you?” Bojan snickered against Jere’s neck.
“No need to worry about that. I’m only getting started with you”
Jere was rendered speechless, maybe trying to comprehend what the younger man’s words implied. Enjoying the moment of having the finn’s guards down, Bojan moved his hands on Jere's ass, his lips never leaving the other man's neck as he hoisted him up and pushed him against the wall again
Jere's legs instinctively wrapped around Bojan's waist, his hands twisting into the younger man's hair painfully as he searched for something to hold on to. Bojan bit on the skin between Jere's neck and shoulder as payback, his dick twitching at the sound the finn made. He rolled his hips forward, pressing his groin against Jere's ass. The friction was delicious and painful at the same time, his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. Jere pressed his forehead against Bojan's shoulder, harsh, open mouthed breaths spreading hot and moist against the younger man's skin.
They stayed there for a while, Bojan felt his arms start to burn after a while, the wall only offering so much help to support Jere's weight. And as much as he enjoyed dry humping against the wall like a pre-teen boy, he had other plans.
Jere let out a surprised yelp as Bojan moved them away from the wall, his legs and arms wrapping tighter around the slovene. It was only ten or so steps from the door to the bed, but it offered plenty of time to scratch his teeth against Jere’s neck multiple times, probably enough to make the makeup artist of the finnish delegation regret her life choices the next day.
Once they made it to the bed, the covers still thrown around after the previous night, Bojan threw Jere on it unceremoniously, feeling a bit like an animal stalking a prey as he watched the other man sink into the covers with a soft thud. Jere recovered quickly, lifting his body up on shaky elbows and pushing himself backwards on the bed, all the while smirking at Bojan.
The defiant glint was back in his blue eyes.
The slovene returned the smile before following him onto the bed, crawling after him on his knees until Jere was near the headboard, trying to pull his legs out of Bojan's reach. The slovene was faster, reaching out to grab a hold of the other man's legs to pull him back, making the older man lose his balance and fall flat on his back on the mattress again.
"Where exactly do you think you're going?" The slovene asked, feeling heat swirl inside him at the nervous giggle Jere let out. The finn looked up at him with shiny blue eyes, his chest rising and falling at a quick phase, his lower lip bit between his teeth. Briefly, Bojan wondered how hard he would have to bite it to taste blood.
There was a moment of silence, charged with anticipation.
Bojan wanted to ruin Jere.
Jere looked like he wanted to be ruined.
With a tight grip at Jere's waist, Bojan manhandled the other man to lay on his front. Jere let out a surprised little yelp, his hands fumbling against the covers to grasp for some sort of balance, but Bojan had other ideas. He lifted the finn's hips up and pulled him backwards, effectively making the other man face plant against the pillows. Bojan pressed himself against Jere's ass, leaning down until he could whisper in the older man's ear.
"You think you can just tease me like that and get away with it?" He kept his voice low, his dick twitching at the way Jere shivered beneath him. "You behave like an attention-seeking slut, you get fucked like one"
The slovene reached a hand to grab Jere's hair, pulling his head back to reveal more of the skin of his neck to press kisses against. Jere let out a quiet moan, pushing his ass back against Bojan, his back arching
"A lot of talk" The snarky tone was still there, earning the finn a sharp bite below his ear, one that was sure to bruise. He moaned again as Bojan tugged at his hair, grinding his hips forward.
"Keep that up, I dare you"
Jere didn't respond, but the silence wasn’t enough of a submission for Bojan. The slovene reached to grab a hold of one of Jere’s wrists, twisting his arm behind his back. Not harsh enough to actually hurt, even through the haze of want Bojan knew he would never actually want to hurt Jere.
But it was enough to give him a sense of power over the other man, a feeling of being completely in control.
And Jere just let him enjoy his little powertrip, trusting him.
It wasn’t until Bojan had managed to push Jere’s pants down from his waist that the finn started testing his limits again, wiggling against Bojan’s touch. His arm twisted in the slovene’s hold, making the younger man tighten his grip. Bojan pushed the finn's arm up slightly and leaned forward against his back, making the older man gasp.
“Be good now” the words whispered against Jere’s shoulder blades made him whine, but once again, he settled easily.
“You really just want to be used, don’t you?” Bojan couldn’t resist the urge to bite at the pale skin of Jere’s shoulders. “Like the slut you are, just gagging for it”
Jere whimpered something that sounded like ‘yes’.
Bojan didn't bother being too gentle with preparing the other man, enjoying greatly how he could make Jere whine and pant against the pillow, his blue eyes squeezed shut against the mix of pain and pleasure. The latter was quite obviously winning over by the time Bojan pulled his hand away, judging by the way Jere kept rocking his body back against every inward stroke of the slovene's fingers.
Bojan reached for the condom, silently thanking his bandmates for going along with his dumb merch idea, for he now had a good reason to carry them along everywhere. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth while admiring the view in front of him. Jere's knees were spread wide against the mattress, his thighs slightly trembling. His free arm was reached above his head, fingers tangled into the sheets. He was the perfect picture of submission, just offering his body to be used.
Bojan was more than happy to take him up on the offer.
He moved to press his dick against Jere's hole, his stomach flipping at the little gasp Jere let out. Bojan leaned forward, pressing his chest against Jere's back again, pressing a few light kisses against the finn's shoulder before thrusting his hips forward, burying his cock in the other man's ass in one, swift motion.
Jere let out a long, broken moan, his body twitching under Bojan's.
"Fuck. Vittu -"
Bojan didn't give him time to recover, pulling out almost all the way before slamming his hips forward again. He returned to his earlier position, looming over Jere as he fucked into him at a brutal pace, his grip leaving red marks on the finn's wrist. Jere cursed again, in a mix of finnish and english, the words disappearing into a flurry of gasped moans and whimpers.
Bojan felt the rubberband of pleasure stretching and thinning out in his stomach, ready to snap at any given moment. He had never considered himself to be an overly dominant person, had never really craved the sort of surrendering and pliancy from his partners, but something about the way Jere gave into him and let Bojan use him however he pleased made the slovene reach his limit a lot faster.
Judging by the way Jere squirmed, his moans and whimpers getting more high pitched, the finn wasn't far either. His hips altered between thrusting back against Bojan and rutting forward, desperately looking for some sort of friction on his cock, while his free hand fumbled uselessly against the sheets, slowly moving towards his crotch. Bojan tightened his hold on Jere's hip, pulling his ass flush against the slovene's pelvis, stilling his movements.
"You don't get to touch yourself" The words made Jere whine and squirm, his breathing coming out in short gasps.
"Please, Bojan -"
"No" Bojan grinded his hips forward, "You're going to come from being fucked, like the little whore you are. Or, " He leaned forward, pressing a few kisses on Jere's upper back, "you don't get to come at all".
The slovene didn't wait for Jere's answer, greedily fucking into the finn's body. The older man babbled something incomprehensible, but his hand stayed on the mattress, his fingers wrapping around the sheet in a death grip. Bojan could see his eyes watering, his voice sounding more and more broken with every thrust of Bojan’s hips.
Good.
"That's a good boy", the praise slipped out of Bojan's mouth on accident, the words soft and sweet like honey. Jere whimpered, his eyes rolling back as his whole body trembled beneath Bojan.
"Fuck, fuck -" The slovene only managed to thrust into Jere a couple more times before he felt the other man's body go tense, a few more expletives falling from his lips as he hastily fucked back against Bojan's movement.
The way the finn's body clenched around Bojan's length, mixed with the sweet, broken moans that left his mouth made the rubberband in Bojan's body snap, the orgasm rolling over him in waves as he rode it out, fucking into Jere's body with harsh, uneven thrusts.
It left him winded, his body feeling completely spent as he laid down on top of the other man, nuzzling his nose in the nape of Jere's neck.
Jere was still shaking slightly, his breaths mixed with trembling little humms exhaled into the pillow. The finn whined quietly as Bojan pulled out, his eyes still closed as he struggled to catch his breath. Bojan ran his hand up and down the other man's back, his fingers following the curve of his spine until they settled near the dimples on his lower back. Jere's body was like molten wax in the slovene's hands as the younger gently rolled him to lay on his back, carefully making sure the finn's arm wasn't bent behind his back anymore. Jere hissed at the feeling, the muscles on his shoulder clearly complaining against the movement. Bojan touched the finn’s cheek gently, watching as his eyelashes fluttered. An overwhelming wave of affection coursed through him, and he leaned to press a soft kiss against the older man’s forehead.
“You were so good” The praise made Jere shiver, and he leaned his head against Bojan’s touch. “So good and just for me, right?” It was self indulgent, the urge to hear Jere was just his nagged greedily in the back of the slovene’s head. Jere hummed an affirmative, shifting on the bed until he was laying on his side, his face pressed to Bojan’s shoulder.
“Yes”
Was he trying to hide the fact that he was blushing or was that just a trick of the light?
The thought made Bojan giddy.
If they took a long, hot shower in the small hours of the morning, to wash the night off their bodies, no one needed to know. And if Bojan spent a good while massaging the knots out of Jere’s shoulders, peppering light kisses where ever he could reach, that would stay between them.
And if Bojan’s heart did silly little cartwheels in the morning when Jere kissed him goodbye with the sunniest of smiles, before rushing to the venue, well. That was exclusively Bojan’s problem.