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Kris found Bojan having his usual 5 pm nap on the studio couch. He was so punctual on this and this alone Kris could almost set his watch to it. He watched the slow rise and fall of Bojan’s chest as he snoozed, his face smushed into a cushion and a bit of drool spilling out. Kris almost felt bad about waking him up.
He slightly inelegantly climbed onto the couch to nestle himself behind Bojan, feeling his spine press into his chest as he wrapped his arms around the singer. He kissed the back of Bojan’s neck as he began to stir, a much nicer way to wake up he figured than Jure dragging him off the couch or Jan shaking him violently.
“Wakey wakey Boči,” Kris said peppering more kisses along Bojan’s jaw as his boyfriend began to stretch and groan much like the old man he really was.
“You were in my dream,” he said, voice still husky from sleep, rolling over to face Kris.
“Oh yeah? What was I doing?” Kris pressed a lazy kiss to Bojan’s cheek before pulling back to look into his tired brown eyes.
“You were singing, and you looked so good baby.” Bojan grinned. Kris rolled his eyes as Bojan pressed further saying, “you should sing more. I want you to sing more.”
“That was just the dream version of me.” Kris ruffled Bojan’s hair affectionately. It was true he had gotten more confident in his voice but he still wasn’t nearly as good as Bojan or half as charming. Kris felt safer with his fingers on his guitar and Bojan holding the microphone.
“Yeah but the real you still sings so well. And I love watching you look so happy,” Kris looked away shyly. He couldn’t deny that he did like it when the crowds asked for him, when he got to start off a song or duet with his boyfriend. It still scared him though.
“Will you sing next gig? Even if they don’t ask?” Bojan’s eyes were pleading, full puppy dog that was near impossible to say no to.
“They will though.” Kris pointedly did not answer the question, instead pulling Bojan closer to him on the couch, their bodies flush and Bojan’s arms around his middle. He ran his long, delicate fingers through Bojan’s locks, brushing them off his face.
“They might not, and then I’d have to introduce you and make you blush by calling you princess and....” Kris cut him off with a kiss.
Bojan hummed into it, his hand brushing against Kris’s cheek. He pulled back from the kiss just enough to speak against Kris’s lips, “Please baby? For me?”
Kris pulled him in and kissed him again, tender and loving and happy. An answer to his question.
“Fine, I’ll sing. But only cause you asked so nicely.”
Bojan squealed and peppered Kris’s cheeks in kisses, Kris laughing all the while.