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“You’re no good for me baby, you’re no good for me; You’re no good for me but baby I want you, I want you..”
The song reaches Bojan’s ears gently in the comforting darkness of his room. It’s almost soothing; the dark, the sobbing playlist in the background and the warmth of the bedsheets on his bare skin, they all form this unbreakable bubble in which the brunette allows himself to breathe . To escape the real world and tame his mind using elaborate scenarios.
Yes, the scenarios are mainly about a handsome, smiley Finn. Yes, some of them are steamy. And yes, Bojan is aware of that. He tried stopping them a while ago, but there is no universe that he could. He’s convinced that they are interlinked in every existing galaxy, living together and loving each other. There’s no way Bojan can stop thinking, even if it’s just for a second, about Jere.
Now he’s imagining something “selfish”, as some people might think. A world where they’re not famous, where they’re living normal lives in London. Jere is now a baker that moved from Finland looking for new experiences and Bojan is.. well, the same. Cheerful and always up for a treat. He pictures the bakery perfectly, a cozy, quiet and dim lighted place. The counters have elegant gold accents, along with the chandelier. The display is always filled with fresh, steamy goods.. The only thing that this description lacks is the cute seller which Bojan visits at his job everyday.
There were days when he would be late, or maybe too early, but he would never miss his favourite Finn. He knew Jere’s schedule off the top of his head and always made sure to get there and spend time with him. Bojan had spent multiple nights thinking whether the older man likes him back or not. He still has to figure out if Jere is like this with everyone or he has a sweet spot for him, and it’s eating him from within. One day, when Bojan enters the bakery, Jere is not at the register. Weird, considering that he takes his job very seriously. He then hears a quiet, chocked sob from the restroom, his heart immediately skipping a beat. Multiple thoughts keep crossing his mind while he rushes inside.
There, in one of the stalls, Jere is sitting on the floor and holding back tears, hoping that Bojan won’t open the door.
“Jere?.. I know you’re there, what’s happening? Is everything alright?..” Bojan speaks softly, unsure if his presence is wanted right now. He gets even more confused when Jere is silent. “Talk to me, please..” Bojan utters again but his voice is more.. yearning than he intended. At that last sentence, Jere gives in, his voice soft and vulnerable, making the brunette’s heart shatter into a million pieces. “I’m here..”
Bojan takes a deep breath, trying desperately not to show any emotion himself. “Can you open the door for me?” He asks the Finn, his voice still weak despite his attempt to seem tough.
With a soft thud, the door opens and reveals the teary, red cheeked man. The Slovene gives up the act instantly, bending his knees so he’s at the same level as Jere. Before he can say anything, the other wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him into a tight hug, slightly uncomfortable due to the positions they’re in. Nonetheless, the cute gesture gets Bojan’s cheeks red.
Bojan stands up and pulls Jere up with him too, not wanting to part their bodies yet. After some blissful moments of silence between the two, Jere pulls away slightly and looks in the brunette’s eyes longingly.
“Are you okay?..” the Slovene asks, but gets no answer in return.
Bojan knows. He knows that if he doesn’t do it now, he never will. So he musters up all his courage and presses his lips against Jere’s, whose eyes widen in surprise. After realising what’s happening, the Finn gladly reciprocates the kiss.
It’s soft and sweet at first, but then it turns into hungry and passionate, their bodies moving in sink, unleashing new desires and feelings along with the strained whimpers from their lips.
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Suddenly, Bojan’s hand is covered with a sticky, white liquid. His abdomen is all tensed up and he pants from the intensity of his climax. He doesn’t even recall touching himself, being too caught up in the fantasy. He shamefully grabs a tissue from the box intentionally placed on the nightstand and wipes his hand clean. He yawns and rolls over to his side. Tomorrow is a busy day at the studio, the boys will be mad at him for staying up late.
Before falling asleep, he wonders what will he come up with next time.