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Nace hasn’t been this excited for Valentine’s Day in a long while. He wakes up that morning in their shared bedroom of the band’s London apartment, limbs pleasantly tangled together with Jan's. He runs a hand gently through his boyfriend ’s (how he loves being able to say that word) tangled dark hair, admiring his relaxed, slack expression. Jan stirs slightly, blinking his sleepy eyes at Nace and really, how is Nace supposed to cope when his boyfriend looks so cute?
“Happy Valentine’s Janči,” Nace whispers.
Jan responds with a tired “mhmm?” He reaches for Nace anyway, clumsily grabbing his shirt.
Nace's smile grows bigger, if that's even possible, and he leans in to cover Jan’s face with kisses until he is properly awake.
It's nice having all his bandmates so close by, he's truly come to see them as his family. Though Nace can't lie that he is particularly enjoying having Jan in such close quarters. Even the simplest actions of brushing their teeth side by side fills Nace with a warm fuzzy feeling at the domesticity of it all.
He waits until Jan has a cup of coffee in his system before presenting him with the bouquet of roses he had picked up the day before. God knows Nace was not going to fight the hoards of people at the flower shops to get them the day of. Kris had graciously agreed to hide them in his room, jokingly promising to guard them with his life. Or maybe he wasn’t joking, he had been adamant about planning their hypothetical future wedding.
Jan grins, his face scrunching up in joy, as he clutches the flowers to his chest. He always looks lovely with red. “These are beautiful Nace,” he says with a pink tinge to his cheeks.
Along with the roses Nace has presented Jan with a horribly cheesy card featuring a black cat surrounded by hearts that reads: ‘you are purr fect.’ Jan giggles. “I have one for you too.”
He sets the roses down carefully, like they're made of glass, before scurrying off to their room. Nace busies himself with finding a vase for the flowers while he waits. A particularly tall drinking glass would have to do.
Jan returns with a white envelope, ‘Nace’ written on the front with a heart drawn next to it. Shit , why did he already feel like tearing up?
He opens the envelope neatly, as Jan rolls his eyes, and pulls out a small card with a rather cute dachshund image on the front. ‘I long for you,’ the card reads. Nace can't suppress his giggles, opening the card to read what Jan had written inside. The message is short, but sweet. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day Nace, I love you’. Oh , he really is going to cry now.
Nace sets the card down on the coffee table, feeling the first tears prick his eyes as he reaches for Jan. “I love you so much Jan,” he sniffles. Jan winds his arms around Nace just as tightly. “I love you too Nacko.”
And really could Nace be blamed for choosing that moment to lift Jan up and spin him around like they were in a cheesy hetero romance movie?
It was perhaps a little easier in the movies when the protagonist wasn’t lifting someone as tall as Jan, his legs are dangerously close to hitting the table and he nearly smacks Jan into Jure as he comes down the stairs.
“Please, I don’t need a black eye to match Bojan!” He exclaims, throwing his arms up in mock surrender.
Nace sets Jan down as the three of them descend into laughter. Jure gives them a fond smile and pretends to puke as they show him their respective cards. Then nearly takes them all down attempting to jump into both their arms as they present him with orange cat cards.
They don't do much that afternoon, simply cuddling on the couch together and enjoying each other's presence as some romance movie plays on the tv. They only separate when it comes time to get ready for their dinner date; Nace had made reservations for him and Jan at a restaurant that night, nothing overly fancy but a small place that was nice with gluten-free options.
He puts on the animal button up shirt he knew Jan liked the most along with the chain necklace that Jan never resists tugging on. And nothing says ‘I'm gay and this man is my boyfriend thank you very much’ like a single dangly earring.
He's just slipping on his coat and shoes at the front door when Jan speaks. “You look good Nacko”. Nace turns around to see the guitarist, who is wearing his white lace shirt with the first few buttons undone displaying a tantalising amount of chest. Nace is only a man, and it turns out Jan’s tits are just magnets for his eyes.
But when he finally drags his eyes up to Jan’s face, he nearly has a heart attack. Jan has tied his hair back in a bun, likely not wanting to eat his hair during their dinner date. Most importantly though, he has applied dark eyeliner, framing his already intense eyes and Nace is highly considering dropping to his knees right then and there.
Instead, he steps forward to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. “You’re beautiful love.” Jan smiles sweetly for a second before it morphs into an all too familiar smirk. Because in his Jan induced Valentine’s haze, Nace has forgotten one crucial fact.
Jan Peteh is a fucking tease.
“I have a surprise for you later,” he says in a low voice. He flips his phone around for Nace to see. It's only for a second, but it's enough for Nace to catch a glimpse of a black corset and lace thong laid out on their bed.
Fuck .
“Kris, Bojan and Jure have kindly made plans for later,” Jan continues smugly, slipping his phone into his pocket. “So, you don’t have to worry about being too loud.”
If Nace were a smooth man this is maybe where he would comment something about how only Jan has that effect on him. Or that he would be making Jan scream even louder . Instead he is left gaping like a magikarp.
With feigned innocence, as if he isn't responsible for the way Nace is suddenly sweating and red faced like he just got back from the gym, he laces their fingers together and beams. “Shall we?”
They make it to the restaurant somehow, Nace is momentarily distracted by the cold air and busy streets. Once he is sitting in front of Jan at their table, he remembers what exactly Jan had shown him.
Jan’s shirt is already unbuttoned low enough that it is easy enough to imagine him in that black corset, exposing plenty of his hairy chest. Was it leather? It looked like leather, and Jan always did look good in leather. Especially when he wore that leather jacket with no shirt underneath.
“Nace?” Jan’s amused voice cuts through his thoughts.
He snaps his head up to meet Jan’s eyes. “Yes?”
Jan smirks, “are you going to look at the menu or…” his voice trailing off playfully at the end. Nace feels his cheeks flush and coughs awkwardly. “Right,” he mumbles.
He picks up his own menu, perhaps it is a good thing he has a distraction from looking at his very hot boyfriend.
But it's hard to focus on the words on the page when all he can think about was what Jan has planned for later. No . This was not the time to think about Jan’s tits, or how good his ass would look in that thong, or his di–
He adjusts his pants that had become very tight all of the sudden as subtly as he can, aware of Jan’s smirking face. Nace takes a deep breath, glad that the other people in the restaurant seem focused on their partner. Although, the way the couple at the table across from them keeps glancing at Jan makes him wonder if he is the only one having a crisis over the guitarist.
He reaches out with his left hand, lacing his fingers with Jan's and admiring the deep red colour that Jan had painted his nails.
As he scans through the menu, he feels Jan’s leg in between his, slowly running his ankle up his leg. God help him.
Nace tries to keep their dinner date, and his thoughts, as wholesome as possible. Jan, however, does not want to cooperate, moaning more than necessary as he dug into his meal. Did he get off on driving Nace positively insane? Probably .
“The pasta is really good,” Jan comments. “Nice and creamy.”
Jesus christ.
“It's quite warm going down.”
Dear god .
“Hmm, I think I can toss your salad better than that.”
Jesus fucking christ.
“Maybe you should finish eating your pasta before it goes cold,” Nace suggests.
“You like it when I fill my mouth huh?” Jan winks.
Was it possible for his face to get any redder? Normally, he would be laughing at Jan's ridiculous antics. But normally, Jan hasn’t rocked his whole world with lingerie that has Nace desperate to get Jan in his bed as soon as possible.
“You have a bit of sauce,” Nace says, gesturing to his face. Jan wipes it off with his finger, then sticks his finger in his mouth and sucks it clean, hollowing his cheeks far more than he really needs to. Nace promptly chokes on his water.
“Are you okay sir?” One of the nearby waiters asks. “I’m fine,” he croaks, glaring at his boyfriend. Jan thankfully takes pity on him for the rest of the dinner, returning to safe idle chit-chat like the music they have been working on and the time Jure’s tinder date showed up at Jan's house by accident.
When they finally arrive back at the flat, Nace makes a mental note to thank his bandmates for making plans elsewhere. Of course, it was entirely possible they simply feared what they might hear.
His lips are on Jan’s the second they are through the door, and he hastily tries to undo his coat. Jan indulges him for a moment before pulling away from the kiss.
“Go and wait on the couch while I get ready. I’ll call you when I’m done, okay?”
Waiting is the last thing Nace wants to do right now, but he is eager to see Jan’s surprise in all its glory. He nods and Jan kisses him quickly before shrugging off his own coat and shoes. He makes a beeline for their bedroom. Maybe Nace isn't the only one desperate.
He sits awkwardly on the couch, already half hard and sweating with anticipation. It feels like hours before he hears Jan’s voice again. “Nace? You can come in now.”
Nace stands up so fast his head spins, he practically runs up the stairs, nearly tripping. Thankfully Jan had left the door closed and can't see his boyfriend nearly eating shit in his horny rush to reach their bedroom. He throws the door open and feels his mouth go dry at the sight.
Jan sits on the bed, legs crossed and leaning back on his hands lazily. He is wearing a black leather corset that hugs his frame and shows off even more chest than Nace had imagined. Around his waist and thighs is a leather garter belt harness. The thong he is wearing fits rather well despite Jan being particularly large in that region and idly Nace wonders if he had gone specifically to a sex shop for that piece.
He also has on sheer black thigh high socks and a pair of platform boots. He stands up then, waltzing over to Nace and wrapping his arms loosely around his neck. He is taller than Nace in the boots and the bassist can't lie that he's turned on by the way Jan looks down at him.
Jan has let his hair down for Nace to fully appreciate how long it had gotten. He smirks, his lips red and shiny with lipstick that matches the red of his nails.
“What do you think?” he murmurs, Nace almost too mesmerised by the movements of his red lips to register the words.
And Nace could spend all day trying to find the words to express how exactly he feels, but it's far easier to pull Jan down into a messy kiss. He lets his hands wander as Jan’s tongue pushes into his mouth, feeling the way the tight corset fits his chest. Nace slips his hands lower and lower until he is cupping Jan’s bare ass, pulling the guitarist closer as he groans into his mouth.
When they finally break apart, breathing heavily, Jan’s lipstick is smeared. He reaches forward to unbutton Nace’s shirt, careful not to rip the fabric. He tosses it to the side, then immediately starts loosening Nace’s belt, determined to undress him as fast as possible.
Jan sucks bruises into the side of Nace’s neck as he does so, and the bassist knows there will be red lipstick marks everywhere. Jan swiftly pulls down Nace’s pants and underwear and lightly shoves him towards the direction of the bed.
Nace sits down quickly, unable to tear his eyes away from Jan. The guitarist smiles coyly at him, lifting a slender leg and pushing Nace backwards onto the bed with the bottom of his shoe. Nace had been so sure Jan hadn’t overheard his 3 am confession to a drunk Bojan that sometimes he fantasised about Jan stepping on him, but now?
“Scoot up,” Jan orders, bending down to grab something beside the bed. Nace is quick to oblige, sliding further up and laying properly on the bed with his head on the pillow. He feels delightfully warm when he realises what Jan has in his hands.
Jan holds familiar black silks; they’d only used them once before, but it was a memory Nace wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon.
He presses his wrists together, holding them up above his head before Jan can even speak.
“Someone’s eager,” Jan comments, leaning over the side of the bed to tie his wrists with the silk. “You’re so good for me, Nace.” Nace shivers.
He binds Nace’s wrists together, before securing them to the bed frame. “Is this okay?” Jan asks, lightly tugging at his restraints. “It’s perfect,” Nace reassures. He hasn't tied the silks particularly tight; Nace could easily break free if he wanted, not that he would dream of doing so with Jan over him.
Jan brings a second silk up to Nace’s head. “Can I?”
“Give me a second.”
Nace lets his eyes rake over Jan’s form, taking in as much of the delightful sight as he could. Then he nods. “Okay, go ahead.”
Jan kisses him gently, then ties the silk over his eyes until all he sees is darkness. It was thrilling, being at Jan’s mercy like this, unable to see or move properly. Perhaps he’d ask Jan to tie his legs in the future.
He feels Jan straddle him, still clothed judging by the feel of the leather straps around his thighs and thin lace of the thong. Nace moans as Jan settles his weight down, pressing their hips together.
Jan’s hair tickles his chest as he leans over Nace, his breath hot on his skin. He nips and sucks at the sensitive skin of Nace’s neck, drawing soft sighs from the bassist as his hands roam up and down his chest.
His hips are torturously still and Nace couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips up to seek friction. “Don’t move,” Jan murmurs, but starts rolling his hips forward slowly, nonetheless. He continues kissing down Nace’s chest, pausing to suck on one of his nipples until he elicits a particularly high pitched moan from Nace.
Nace may have been embarrassed before, to be making such noises, but it's hard to be embarrassed when he feels such love radiating from Jan with every touch. “Give me a second,” Jan says and then he's gone. The loss of contact is almost cruel, but Nace knows Jan will make it worth it.
When Jan returns, he’s seemingly shed some of his outfit; he's taken off the harness and his underwear and Nace revels in the feeling of skin against skin. He hears a familiar cap opening and Jan is taking them both in his hand groaning quietly as he slicks them both up with lube.
He wiggles a bit, adjusting his position before laying down on Nace and rocking his hips again. And Nace can do nothing but lay under Jan, using all of his willpower to stay still and not move as Jan ruts against him over and over.
It doesn't take long for Nace’s moans grow louder in volume as he comes closer to the edge. Maybe Jan did have a point about him being loud.
“Jan, Jan please ,”
“You can move,” Jan says, heavy breaths into Nace's neck as he humps him faster.
Nace doesn’t hesitate to do exactly that, frantically grinding against Jan. He kisses Nace sloppily, fisting his hands in his hair and pulling sounds from his mouth with each tug.
Nace comes first, thighs shaking and body trembling under Jan. Jan swears lowly, one of his hands disappearing from Nace’s hair. It’s only a matter of seconds before Nace feels Jan spill across his chest.
Jan flops beside Nace, reaching up to pull off the blindfold. Nace is greeted with the sight of a sweaty Jan, lipstick smeared all over his mouth and beard. As comical as the sight is, Jan is still beautiful as ever, and he smiles at Nace as he leans up to untie his hands. Once his hands are free Nace pulls Jan against his side.
“I love you,” he says softly into his hair.
“I love you too.”
They stay like for a bit, then reluctantly extract themselves to clean up. They don’t wander far from each other’s embrace; they stay close in the shower, giggling as Jan scrubs all his lipstick marks from Nace’s body.
They’re cuddled peacefully together in bed, Jan’s head resting on Nace’s chest, when they hear their bandmates return.
“We’re back! Please be done fucking!” Bojan screams. Someone shushes him, likely Kris.
Nace decides he’ll let their silence speak for itself. It’s not like the walls in their flat are very soundproof. His bandmates were rather quick to point that out.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Jan mumbles softly, already halfway asleep by the sounds of it..
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Nace replies, kissing the top of his head. There's silence after and Nace thinks Jan has fallen asleep but then he speaks again.
“Maybe next year you can tie me up.”
And for once, Nace’s thoughts don't instantly descend into indecent notions. No, he's too busy focusing on one particular thing Jan has said.
Next year.