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The cheers of the crowd echoed in Bojan’s ears. The confetti, the screams, the clapping; it’s all over now. His band didn’t win, but it was okay, the other contestants were all incredibly talented musicians and the competition was tough. Bojan knew they did a great job non the less, and everyone was proud of them regardless of their ranking. So why did he feel his stomach drop when he heard the announcement that Loreen had won? What made his heart clutch so much he felt lightheaded and nauseous? By all means, he felt happy for the Swede, she really deserved the award, and yet,...
As if he were set on autopilot, his eyes scanned across the green room at other contestants, all of them excitedly cheering and clapping. He finally gazed upon an oh-so-familiar man, now lose of his iconic neon green sleeves, face buried in his hands. Oh no… Käärijä was so close to victory, everyone was positive he already had it in his clutch before Eurovision even started. The Slovene’s stomach dropped when he saw his dear friend completely distraught. He finally understood where this sudden feeling of distress and disappointment had come from.
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Bojan wrapped his arms tightly around Käärijä’s burning skin, face buried in his neck, breathing in the scent he has gotten so used to in the past month. The Finn squeezed him close, Bojan almost melted in the touch of his friend, face heating up.
“You did so well, Käärijä!” The Slovene smiled brightly, trying his best to cheer up his friend, which seemed to had been working to an extent, as a tiny smile of hope surfaced on the rapper’s face. He has missed this smile so much, Bojan thought to himself, his heart warming up for the first time in what felt like forever.
“Joker man…” The Finn sniffed and chuckled, yet there was no humor in his voice, only pain and disappointment. The frontman pulled them apart to cup Käärijä’s face and get a proper look at his friend. He was trying his best to smile in order to not make people around him worry, but Bojan could see past the facade. His eyes were glassy, a solid proof of his failed attempt of holding back the tears.
“You won the hearts of the people, we were all cheering for you!” Bojan insisted stubbornly.
The Slovene’s heart broke over and over again for the man and he was determined to make his evening better. He refused to end it with misery and disappointment, so he wondered how to paint a smile on that beloved face again. Suddenly a bizarre idea popped into his head, one that many would argue was a bad one, terrible even considering the circumstances. Yet, his adrenaline-fueled mind convinced him it was the greatest idea in the universe, so he decided to run with it.
Bojan grabbed the shorter man by his wrist tightly, pulling him along and leading them out of the still-cheering crowd. His bandmates yelled after him, confused by the sudden demise, but he paid them no mind.
“Bojan, where are we going?!” Käärijä yelped in shock at the sudden force, having no time to think about the loss as his fellow contestant dragged him away. That’s it, the Slovene thought, he just needs to distract his friend and make him focus on something else than the second place.
˝We are going back to the hotel.˝
˝What?!˝
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Bojan clutched the key card tightly, causing his palm to ache, as he scanned through the long hotel corridors. Käärijä trailed behind him steadily in order not to lose the vocalist. He had accepted his fate at this point, long forgetting his Finish team who probably turned the whole venue upside down, trying to find him.
At this point, he paid them no mind. In all honesty, he enjoyed Bojan’s company far more than he’d be comfortable to admit, which meant that didn’t mind skipping the ongoing after-party. As much as Käärijä loves to party, he’d much rather spend time with his new friend. Mixed emotions began pooling in his stomach, a combination of disappointment caused by the loss, but also excitement.
˝We are here!˝ The taller man announced abruptly, stopping so suddenly that the Finn almost bumped right into him. He was familiar with the number written on the hotel room and knew it belonged to Bojan. It wasn’t his first time visiting it, though usually his visit was planned ahead.
˝Your room? Why?˝
˝You will see!˝ Bojan grinned widely, his upbeat energy affecting the Finn.
His slowly disappearing worries were replaced with something brighter, and happier. The frontman’s honest and pure smile could cure illnesses, Käärijä thought to himself. He inhaled deeply, oxygen clearing his mind and he felt a sense of calmness for the first time this evening. The Finn threw his arm around the taller man’s shoulders while he was unlocking the door. Walking in, the room revealed a giant bed with undone sheets and an opened suitcase that had the clothes spilling out onto the floor. The entire room smelled like Bojan’s cologne, a fresh scent that Käärijä has grown to love. He untangled his arm from the other and walked further into the room. He sat on the soft mattress, eyes traveling around the area, taking in every detail and making a mental note of each thing for no particular reason.
˝I’m sorry about the mess… I didn’t think I’d be having any guests.˝ Bojan laughed nervously as he opened a mini fridge, searching for something in determination.
˝It’s okay, Joker man. I forgive you for the dirty room.˝ The Finn smiled genuinely, closely observing the other man. The singer’s focused face was amusing, almost cute, Käärijä thought, before mentally slapping himself for having such weird thoughts about his friend. Though, who could judge him, really? Bojan was obviously an attractive young man, everyone knew this after all! He relaxed his frowning face and nodded contently, right before noticing the younger man returned to the position in front of the bed and was now observing the Finn. He had no idea how long the Slovene was staring at him while he battled his inside monologue.
˝What is that?˝ Käärijä cleared his throat, changing the topic in order to not embarrass himself any further, pointing at the cans of beer in the Slovenes' hands.
˝C’mon we have to celebrate!˝ Bojan exclaimed cheerfully. However, as soon as the Finn heard the word celebrate, memories from the past hours flooded his mind. He was suddenly back on that leather couch, surrounded by his team, sweat pouring from every pore, hair sticking everywhere it possibly could, waiting to hear the public vote results for Sweden: 243 points!
Käärijä was pulled back to reality as soon as he felt something shockingly icy press against his forearm. He winced and jumped at the unforeseen coldness, the sound of the Slovene hearty laugh filling his ears.
˝Earth to Käärijä!˝ Bojan rolled the r, imitating the Finnish accent, causing goosebumps to run across his body. He knew the reason wasn’t the beer, which was still pressed against his arm. The Slovene opened the can and pushed it into the older man’s hand encouragingly, before doing the same for his own.
˝For more victories to come, yeah?˝ Bojan’s brown eyes met Käärijä’s hopefully. He stared for longer than he should have, taking in the beautiful shade of the frontman’s eye color. It reminded the Finn of warm autumn days, fallen leaves, and chestnuts, it was a shade he wanted to remember forever.
˝Yes, yes… Kippis!˝
˝Na zdravje!˝
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˝Pidän kaksin käsin kiinni juomista niinku!˝ Bojan yelled at the top of his lungs, jumping on the bed as he imitated the Finnish man’s singing. Lying on the other side of the bed, Käärijä was laughing so hard he almost forgot how to breathe, cheering for the brunette joyfully. Empty cans of cheap British beer were scattered everywhere, their minds were blurry and the room was spinning, they were in a world of their own. Neither kept track of time, all that mattered was the shitty hotel room, beer, and each other’s company.
They didn’t need anything else besides this.
˝You should have taken my place on that stage earlier.˝ said Käärijä, gazing happily at Bojan as the younger collapsed into the mattress beside him, breathing heavily. Maybe that way Finland could have won, went unsaid.
The thought opened a pit in his stomach, the anxiety, disappointment, and dread, all returned back to the Finn. He looked away. Bojan almost instantly noticed the change in his friend’s mood, making it hard to swallow and his heart ache. That’s not what he aimed for when he came up with the plan to get the Finn drunk.
Why did he think it was a good idea?
Why? Why? Why?
His plan was to cheer Käärijä up, to distract him, to make him forget. That’s what alcohol always did to him after all. Why wasn’t it working? He silently groaned in frustration, not knowing what to do, or how to help.
˝Käärijä… Look at me.˝ Bojan said gently as if trying not to scare him away. What was he supposed to say? What could possibly make it better? He wasn’t good at comforting people, especially not with words, and the alcohol fogging his mind did not help at all. It prevented him from coming up with a solution. When Käärijä’s ocean-blue eyes finally looked up and met his, Bojan panicked and did the thing he’s been holding himself back from since he met the Finn.
Without thinking, he leaned in and smashed their lips together, heart racing impossibly fast. He closed his eyes, afraid of Käärijä’s reaction. His stomach dropped but was also filled with butterflies he hadn't felt since his first kiss ages ago. He didn’t dare to move or breathe for what felt like forever. Not until he finally felt the gentle press against his lips, until he realized that Käärijä was kissing him back. He wanted to remember every detail of this moment, the softness of lips pressing against his, how slowly they moved, yet with so much repressed emotion.
He carefully pulled back and finally opened his eyes, taking in the remarkable sight of the man in front of him. The Finn’s half-opened eyes stared right into his before he redirected his gaze to Bojan’s full lips.
Käärijä didn’t seem to mind this terrible, stupid idea. Quite the contrary, he looked relieved, like he had been craving this exact moment for ages, too afraid to act on it himself. Soft fingers pressed against Slovene’s cheek, caressing it gently, almost lovingly.
˝You always manage to surprise me.˝ The Finn sighed, giggling softly before leaning in again. The second kiss felt more assured, almost natural. The frontman, feeling bold, wrapped his arms around the latter’s neck, deepening the kiss. Chills ran down Bojan’s spine as he felt the wet tongue press against his bottom lip, surprising but not uninvited. Eagerly parting his lips, he let the older man’s tongue slide inside. He was short of breath as Käärijä’s warm tongue glazed against his own, and the sudden rush of hunger took over him, making him straddle the Finn’s thighs, pulling their bodies impossibly close.
This is exactly what they’ve both been craving, a month of unresolved tension began to unravel after a simple unexpected kiss. Bojan wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the heat of Käärijä’s tongue, making him lightheaded in the best way possible. It wasn’t the right term to describe exactly what he was feeling, all he knew was that he wanted more.
“Käärijä…” The Slovene whined into the older’s mouth as he tried to deepen the kiss even further. Their hearts were racing, clothes sticking to their skin and Bojan’s pants began to feel uncomfortably tight. Words could not begin to describe his urge to give into his desires. Especially now that he had the Finn exactly where he had always wanted him.
“God, Joker man you are so…” Käärijä slid his hands down the younger’s chest, memorizing every bump of his ribs. The hands stopped at his thin yet muscular waist. Despite the muscles flexing underneath his palms, the Slovene felt so fragile below his touch. Käärijä felt like he was going to break him. Suddenly, his movements were interrupted by a loud, frustrated groan.
“Stop calling me that! It’s stupid.”
Despite Bojan’s frustrated complaint, the Finn did not miss a hint of humor.
“Sorry,... Bojan” Hearing his name roll off Käärijä’s tongue made him think he was going to come undone right then and there. It was hesitant, almost like a whisper, with the strong accent very much prevalent. It sounded almost erotic and Bojan couldn’t help himself. He was tired of waiting, knowing full well he wasn’t the only one who wanted this. He made sure to let the Finn know how eager he felt, how much he needed him. The taller man placed his hands over Käärijä’s pecs, massaging them lightly before hungrily smashing their mouths together again. Now that he knew how passionately his friend returned the kiss, he would never get enough of this. As their tongues worked in unison, Bojan’s hand traveled lower and lower over the Finn’s heated skin; he loved how soft the flesh underneath his hand felt. Soon enough, his fingers reached the hem of Käärijä's leather pants but before continuing, he urgently leaned back, breaking the kiss. Surprised, the Finn’s previously lustful expression was now filled with concern.
“Bojan, what’s wrong?” Had he somehow fucked it all up? He was afraid that he made the wrong move, that he scared away the man he so desperately wanted.
Yet his concern was in vain, as Bojan gave him a genuine smile, as he reached for the older’s hands and intertwined their fingers.
“I just wanted to make sure you really wanted this…” He took a deep breath as he looked at the Finn nervously. “I would never force you into something you didn’t want.”
The older man was shocked to hear that this was even up to debate. He’d been secretly growing a desire towards the younger for a month, and he would be lying if he said he had never made up scenarios about the Slovene, of how this particular situation would play out. Yet there he was, asking him such a silly question like the answer wasn’t obvious.
Neither of them would have thought a month ago, when they first met, that they would be here right now, sharing this moment. Yet, it was impossible for Käärijä to put his feelings into words, especially now with his mind foggy from alcohol and a post-concert burnout. He stared at the Slovene for a few long seconds, trying to come up with an answer that would properly convey his feelings.
When did speaking become this hard?
“Of course, I want this, Bojan. You have no idea for how long I’ve wanted this.” He looked up at the gorgeous hazelnut eyes he grew to adore and swallowed. He watched Bojan’s eyes widen at the confession, he looked surprised at the forwardness but not at all upset, however, quite the contrary. Flashing him a wide grin, he practically beamed in excitement.
“Yeah, yeah… now let’s not waste any time.” The older man was not given time to react before a hand was pressed against his growing bulge. Käärijä choked out a quiet moan which encouraged Bojan to begin stroking him through the layers. Finn’s resolve finally broke and his hand reached to firmly grab the vocalist’s soft hair, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
Bojan gladly accepted the invitation and it wasn’t long before the Finn’s tongue began to eagerly explore the other’s mouth, breathing heavily. The Slovene’s hand on his clothed cock caused Käärijä to groan in frustration and the brunette was quick to oblige, unzipping the other’s pants and revealing his almost fully hard erection. The size of it made Bojan gasp in anticipation.
“Fuck,… You are so big.” The younger man’s pulse picked up at the sight of the Finn’s cock and he finally allowed his hand to glaze over the already wet tip, a bead of pre cum forming at the touch.
“God, you’re such a tease.” Käärijä hissed at the lack of touch, which Bojan found rather amusing. As much as he loved teasing the Finn, he decided to be merciful. Long fingers traced gently down his length, following the curve of a vein to the base of Finn’s cock. At last, the Slovene wrapped his hand around it, giving it a few strokes, while making sure to catch sight of Käärijä drowning in pleasure. He leaned down, pressing his lips against the tip of the cock, before licking the head playfully. Finn’s reaction did not disappoint, as his eyes shut and mouth opened, moaning in pleasure. He finally had Bojan exactly where he had wanted him.
Bojan gently sucked on the tip before kissing down the length. Each touch made Käärijä gasp out choked moans, his fingers buried firmly in the younger man’s hair, tugging at the roots, trying to be gentle as to not hurt the boy. The Slovene licked a stripe up his cock and without hesitation, swallowed the length. He came about halfway when the tip hit the back of his throat, making him gag. He paused for a few seconds to adjust, then continued sucking oh his friend’s dick, with more confidence and determination each time.
“Fuck, Bojan…if you keep this up, I won’t last much longer…” Käärijä choked out, completely breathless at the sight of his friend sucking him off so eagerly. Those words, however, did not seem to faze Bojan, who sped up his pace. He held eye contact with the Finn, observing as his expression filled with pleasure. Käärijä’s moans got louder and breathier and his hip started to thrust upwards unsteadily into the Slovene’s mouth. It was Bojan’s hazel eyes staring up at him, filled with anticipation and want, that finally pushed him over the edge. He failed to pull out in time and therefore spilled all over Bojan’s face. The younger, however, didn’t seem to mind it, as he opened his mouth to let the spurts of cum land on his tongue.
“Oh fuck, Bojan, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Käärijä panickingly brushed his thumbs over the Slovene’s cheeks, swiping away the remaining semen, trying to clean off as much as possible, yet the younger remained unfazed. He smiled contently at the Finn, like he had been planning this all along.
“I wanted this.” Bojan reassured the older truthfully. He made sure to swallow the remaining salty bitterness that landed on his tongue, before leaning in for a kiss. Käärijä would lie if he said the sight in front of him didn’t turn him on; The mischievous grin, drying semen decorating his gorgeous face, and of course those eyes staring back at him, full of anticipation. He didn’t know it was possible for him to grow hard so soon after ejaculating, but there he was, his dick raised up, wanting more.
“Käärijä… I need you.” The younger whined, trying to get any sort of friction in his lower area to no avail. As much as the Finn wanted to give in to the demands of the other boy, he enjoyed seeing him all needily and desperate.
“What do you need, baby?” He teased, grinning as the tears of want began to form in those beautiful brown eyes he loved so much. Bojan’s loose pink trousers did a terrible job at hiding his hard-on. The Finn chose to ignore it to see how far he could push the boy. What an erotic sight the younger was though, face completely flushed, tears now mixing with drops of cum that were left drying on those blushing cheeks, mouth agape, panting in need. Käärijä has never seen a man this beautiful.
“P-please, Käärijä… I need it so bad, please!” Bojan cried out and grinded his hard-on against the Finn’s thigh in an attempt to get any sort of friction. His demand went unheard.
“I want you to say it, Bojan.” The Finn gently cupped the boy’s cheek, wiping away the tears that began to stream down his face.
“I know you can do it.” Käärijä nudged encouragingly, his other hand possessively placed on the younger’s still-clothed thigh, rubbing indecipherable shapes into the skin.
“P-please fuck me, Käärijä.” Bojan softly mewled when the older man finally took mercy on him. Before the Slovene could even register, he was being flipped over, now lying on his back with the Finn kneeling between his spread legs. The sight immediately shot shivers down his spine and a mixture of desire and lust began pooling in his lower stomach. He finally had the man right where he wanted him, the idea obviously working in his favor. Though Bojan hadn’t planned for the night to go in this direction, he’d be lying to say that the thought hadn’t occurred to him.
He daydreamt about Käärijä ever since the pair first met. The moment he introduced himself and the boys to the Finn, he felt drawn to the older man, something about him working like gravity, pulling him in. Was it his cheerful and extroverted personality that matched the Slovene’s own? Was it his bright and energic smile that immediately lit up the room? Bojan wasn’t sure. Nonetheless, as the days passed by, he found himself spending more and more time with Käärijä, it only felt natural to do so after all. Before he knew it, they were known as the iconic duo, always near each other, always joking around and committing other shenanigans. Their friends and other contestants weren’t the only people to notice that, however, even the fans seemed to have realized there was a strong bond forming between the two.
And a strong bond it was, as Bojan found himself spread on the bed, arms above his head, clutching at the soft pillow in a mix of anticipation and nervousness, as Käärijä worked on the hem of his pants, pulling them off swiftly.
“Such a good boy for me, Bojan.” Käärijä smirked at the eager boy underneath him, stroking his lean thighs, before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the younger’s lips. It was unlike their previous kisses which were hungry and filled with want, this one, however, felt tender and caring. The Finn placed a few more on the side of his mouth and his cheek, before moving to his neck. Käärijä licked a spot right below his jaw, before gently sucking on it. Bojan has had enough experience to know this was going to leave a mark. Usually, he would be annoyed for having to worry about covering up the mark. Not now though, not when it was Käärijä marking him. Quite the contrary, a love bite done by his friend felt like a sign of possession that he would proudly wear.
Käärijä trailed kisses down the younger’s chest. His mouth hovered over one of the nipples, the hot breath making it harden, before putting it in his mouth. As the Finn’s tongue swirled around the bud, he shot the younger an intense glare, making sure to memorize his face of pleasure. Bojan did not attempt to hide his desire, gasping at the sudden stimulation he was determined to let Käärijä know exactly how good the older made him feel.
“Fuck… it feels so…nghh” Bojan moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as the Finn bit tenderly at the boy’s nipple. As he moved to the other, he made sure to continue stimulating the bud with the tip of his fingers, circling around it as he watched the younger jolt. The Slovene thought he was finally going insane, the overstimulating pleasure making it hard for him to think. Käärijä lifted his face a bit in order to take a good look at his friend's flushed expression before resuming his trail of kisses down the younger’s lean stomach. As he reached a trace of the happy trail that disappeared into Bojan’s underwear, he stopped briefly to once again make eye contact with the younger, patiently waiting for the green card. His message seemed to have come across as the Slovene nodded eagerly, lifting up his hips so Käärijä could slide the briefs off, revealing Bojan’s painfully hard cock. After casting the piece of cloth aside, the Finn placed his hands on the underside of the younger’s thighs, encouraging him to spread his legs before granting him the long-awaited friction. Käärijä’s fingers wrapped around the vocalist’s cock, giving it a few pumps. His left hand continued rubbing circles into the soft skin of his milky thighs reassuringly. Bojan let out a choked moan, biting into the back of his hand in an attempt to muffle the sounds that left his mouth.
“Where do you keep it?”
“W-what?” The younger dazed by the long-awaited pleasure, was so lost in his own world that he didn’t register the question.
“The lube. Where do you keep it?”
Unable to form words, Bojan’s eyes wandered to the bedside table, extending his arm though making no attempt to move. The Finn thankfully got the message immediately and he leaned over to reach into the drawer, where indeed laid a half-empty bottle of water-based lube.
“You crazy man, Bojan.” Käärijä chuckled. His brain began creating images of the Slovene lying in bed, slowly pumping his cock and fucking himself open on his fingers. It was something the Finn wished to see with his own eyes one day. He made a mental note to convince the man to let him watch sometime in the future. His daydreaming didn’t go unnoticed though, as he heard Bojan groan in frustration.
“Will you fuck me already?!” The impatient boy whined in desperation, spreading his legs even further as a form of invitation for the older. The sound of the plastic bottle opening echoed, sending shivers down Bojan’s spine. He knew full well what was to come. The Finn coated his fingers in a fair amount of cold liquid. He refused to take any risks to make the Slovene’s experience painful or uncomfortable.
“Are you ready?” Käärijä had to make sure one last time just in case.
“Yes,… God! I swear if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna lose it!” Bojan cried out, almost shaking from lust and desire.
“Yeah, yeah, okay. You have to tell me if it hurts.” The Finn reassured him before spreading his cheeks, the boy’s hole twitching. God knows he could not wait to be inside the Slovene. Not yet though, he had to take it slowly. Bojan gasped at the sudden contact when a cold, wet finger began to circle around his rim. It didn’t take long before Käärijä pushed the finger inside, painfully slow, letting the younger adjust to the sensation. The tightness and heat around his finger almost made him drool. Bojan’s forearm was placed across his face, hiding his eyes and blushing cheeks, mouth slightly opened letting out angelic gasps.
“How are you feeling, baby? Do you want me to go slower?” Käärijä caressed his arm with his free hand as the other one slowly worked the younger’s hole. The Slovene finally allowed him to see his face when he placed a hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, all tongue, sloppy and wet. A string of saliva connected their tongues as they parted.
“More… more, Jere.” The way Bojan moaned out the Finn’s real name, made him believe he was going to come right then and there. The boy was seriously going to be the death of him. Käärijä pulled back a bit, then added the second finger. He was met with more resistance this time. The stretch made Bojan throw his head back, groaning in a mixture of burn and pleasure, clenching his teeth. Käärijä concentrated on trying different angles when he finally found it. A sudden blast of pleasure caused the younger to jolt and cry out, clutching at the sheets tightly, toes curled, back arching. The Finn purposely continued to abuse Bojan’s prostate, carefully observing the boy before adding the third finger. Slowing down the pace to let the younger adjust to the big stretch, Käärijä began gently rubbing the other man’s hips soothingly in order to calm him down.
“P-please… I need you inside me already.” Bojan managed to gasp pleadingly, wrapping his legs around the Finn’s waist to pull him closer. After careful consideration, Käärijä determined that the younger was ready. He pulled out his fingers and watched the hole clench around nothing. The older reached for the bottle once again, squirting a generous amount of lube on his fully hard cock, excitement and lust pooling in his stomach. Never in his wildest dreams could he had predicted the night to end up like this. One could say he was celebrating a different kind of victory.
Käärijä lined up his cock, brushing against the tight hole teasingly before breaching the ring of muscle. He was overtaken by the tight heat, facing resistance but god, did it feel good. The younger hissed at the sudden stretch, rim burning but the pleasure of finally having Käärijä’s cock inside him outweighed the pain. The older was pushing in at an agonizingly slow pace. A groan escaped the Finn’s mouth as he finally bottomed out, leaning down to place feather-like kisses along Bojan’s jaw. The younger was still gasping for air as he clutched at the other, nails digging into his back, overwhelmed by the feeling of Finn’s cock filling him up completely.
˝You can move now, Jere.˝ And Käärijä did not need to be told twice. He started slow, pulling halfway out, before slamming back inside, the sudden force making the boy scream. The older made sure to keep up the pace, fucking into the moaning boy with full force. Limbs intertwined, sweat made the skin stick together, bodily fluids mixed, yet the pair couldn’t care less for it, too lost in their own world of pleasure.
˝God, you’re so tight, Bojan, you keep sucking me in.˝ The Finn chuckled breathly making Bojan whine at the comment. The Finn was struck with a sudden feeling of passiveness. He wanted to mark up the boy, rearrange his guts so he could never take another cock that wasn’t his own.
Bojan was a sight to see, so fucked-out already. He angled his hips so he could thrust into the younger’s prostate every time, making him cry out in pleasure loudly enough for other hotel guests to hear him, yet remaining unphased and focused only on the cock slamming deep inside him. With each thrust, the younger’s hips were meeting Käärijä’s as if he was trying to fuck himself on it, sloppily and out of pace.
˝Jere-,˝ Bojan cried, ˝Jere, Je—ah! ˝ He slurred out the name, his nails clawing at the Finn’s back. He was so beautiful like that, Käärijä thought to himself. He wished the moment would never end. He wished to keep the boy, here, forever. However, those were thoughts for another time. The sound of skin slapping echoed across the room, making the situation a million times more erotic and shameless.
˝You’re so beautiful like this, Bojan, so needy.˝ Käärijä whispered in the younger’s ear, gently biting the lobe. The Slovene clenched around his cock at the words, making the older hiss at the sensation.
˝Agh—ah, ungh, ah, ah—Jere!!˝ Bojan could no longer tell pleasure and pain apart, cock filling him up so well, brain short-circuiting from the overload. The older has trailed his lips down to his neck, sucking deep purple marks onto the sensitive skin, marking him up. Bojan couldn’t help but think how tomorrow everyone could guess where those came from. Their friends had seen them leave together, there was no doubt about it. The thought of it turned him on even more, he loved the idea of belonging to the Finn. At the thought, a familiar feeling began to pool in his lower stomach. He urgently nudged the other.
˝Jere—hahh… I’m close!˝ nodding, Käärijä sped up his thrusts before wrapping his hand around the younger’s neglected cock and began pumping it to match the pace. His length continued ramming into Bojan’s abused, already soft hole, fucking him impossibly deep, hitting his prostate each time. It made the boy wail in pleasure. His mind went blank and the only thing he could think of was Käärijä filling him up with each jerk of his hip.
˝That’s it, Bojan. Come for me, baby.˝ The Finn whispered gently, so erotic yet loving. That was the sentence that finally pushed him over the edge. Bojan came, spilling all over his stomach, spurts of cum hitting his chest.
˝J-Jere ahh—!!! Aughn— ah— nmghf— Jere!!˝ He could do nothing but chant out his lover’s name repeatedly, clutching at his broad chest, shaking from the amount of pleasure as Käärijä mercilessly fucked him through his orgasm. The Finn whispered sweet nothings into his ear that he couldn’t register.
˝I’m g-gonna come too ahh—!˝ Käärijä groaned as his pace began turning sloppy, desperately continuing his thrusts into the barely responsive boy underneath him, chasing after his own orgasm.
˝Ahh— inside… please—hahh—come inside!˝ Bojan murmured urgently, words slurred due to sheer overstimulation. Käärijä needn’t have been told twice as he spilled deep inside the boy, filling him up completely. Soon after he milked out the last drops of semen, he collapsed onto the younger who wasn’t in a much better state, Both of them panted, gasping for air to no avail.
For what felt like hours of just lying on top of each other, trying to catch their breaths, Käärijä’s cock was still buried deep inside Bojan. The Finn was the first to move, looking up at the younger only to meet the hazel eyes staring back at him. He smiled lovingly before leaning in to gently peck Bojan’s lips, who gladly accepted, grinning into the kiss. God, this boy is gonna be the death of Käärijä.
˝How are you feeling?˝ The Finn wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist protectively before finally pulling out, feeling the cum spill out. The younger grimaced at the odd feeling.
˝Are you seriously asking me this?˝ Bojan scoffed, a wide toothy grin spread across his face, rolling his eyes before cupping the older’s face and pulling him into a loving kiss, which Käärijä was allowed to interpret as approval. The Slovene’s gentleness and softness in moments like these were something he’d put on top of the list of things that he loves about Bojan. That and the boy's ability to cheer him up no matter the situation. Especially tonight after the loss, if it wasn’t for Bojan, god knows what he’d be doing. Probably drowning his misery and disappointment in alcohol in some random bar, away from the people.
Instead of a shitty pub, he was in the arms of the man he had slowly been developing feelings for the past month. As much as it would be embarrassing to admit, his Eurovision experience would not have been anywhere near as fun and memorable as it has been in Bojan’s company. The fond memories they had created together, he was going to cherish forever.
He had been lost in his own thoughts for so long, he didn’t even feel the tears forming in his eyes, traitorously running down his pale cheeks. However, they did not go unnoticed by the boy.
˝Jere? What’s wrong?˝ Bojan asked, worried at Käärijä sudden reaction. The Finn only shook his head before burying his face in the younger’s neck, sobbing. Unknowing what to do, the Slovene pulled the other into a tight hug, petting his jet-black hair in an attempt to calm him down. Holding the sobbing man protectively in his arms, Bojan gently rocked them, whispering reassuring words into his ear, as they stayed like this for a while. He didn’t need an answer from the Finn, he understood. Käärijä has had a difficult day behind him, a rollercoaster of emotions that most people would have a hard time processing, so his feelings were completely justifiable. The Finn truly appreciated the boy, who held him in his arms when he was the most vulnerable. Truly a blessing of a person.
˝Thank you, Bojan.˝ Käärijä smiled, yet his bright smile which had the ability to light up the whole room, was now bitter, lacking the usual spark. Unable to find proper words, Bojan could only give him a pitiful and sad look as he nudged them to lie down properly before pulling up the covers, the soft fabric embracing them. Bojan scooted closer, taking the older into a tight hug as their limbs tangled together. In a warm embrace and softness of the sheets, it was only the two of them, The Finn felt like he finally didn’t have to worry about a thing, not of what happened before, or what would happen tomorrow. The time was truly frozen for the pair.
˝I love you.˝
Replaying his memories from the past month, Käärijä finally understood why he fell for Bojan.
If he had the opportunity to repeat it all again, relive all the moments that they shared together, he’d do it in a heartbeat.