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Bojan didn't like to consider himself as a stalkerish person, but even he had to admit to himself that maybe he was, a little bit. At least when it came to Jere. It was a bit hard to deny, when he was lurking around the corner of the cabin, keeping a close eye on when Jere would be left alone.
He watched as the finn spoke animatedly with Joonas as they played tetris with all of their belongings, trying to fit the first of their stuff in the cars like they had been when they had arrived. He couldn't understand a word they said, but he did very well understand the way Jere smiled and laughed and showed his shoulder playfully against Joonas' (He definitely did not feel a twinge of jealousy at that. Not the slightest bit. No sir.)
After a while, Joonas said something, Jere nodded, and the former left towards the house again. Not before delivering a friendly smack on Jere's ass. (Still, Bojan didn't feel jealous. He just wondered if Joonas truly didn't need his hand anymore and thus was very reckless with it.) But with this, Bojan had received the opening he had been looking for, quietly walking towards Jere, who seemed to be completely occupied trying to figure out how much stuff they could fit into the car.
"How's it going?" Bojan kept his voice casual, watching as Jere spun to look towards him and blinked rapidly in surprise. The confusion soon melted away to give room to a fabulous, butterfly-inducing smile.
"Where you have been? I think inside?" Jere's voice was still a little raspy, and hearing it awakened all kinds of unholy thoughts in Bojan's mind.
You did that.
"Nah, just. Around", Bojan smirked, watching as Jere's eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion.
"Around?"
"Yeah" Bojan took a look inside the trunk of the car (why did the amount of luggage always seem to triple during any trip?) before focusing back on Jere. "I actually wanted to show you something"
"Really?" Bojan saw the excited glint in the blue eyes, and he definitely did not salivate at the thought. "What is it?"
"Come and I'll show you" Bojan wrapped his hand around Jere's wrist, giving it a small tug. The older man followed easily, his earlier task forgotten. Bojan walked them towards the back of the villa, his stomach flipping in anticipation.
"What do you -" Jere's sentence was cut short when they made it to the corner of the building, as Bojan grabbed his shoulder in a quick movement, and showed the finn back first against the wall. Jere let out a surprised yelp, his back hitting the wooden wall with a small thud. Bojan didn't really give him any time to recover, before crowding his body against the other man's, moving his hold to pin Jere's wrists by his waist, against the wall.
"I told you I wanted to show you something" He whispered, his face so close to Jere's that he could feel how the older man's breath hitched.
"Okay" Jere's eyes were so big and round, and he was staring at Bojan so expectantly, it made the slovene smile warmly. Jere shifted his arms, as if testing Bojan's hold. He gave up easily enough, though, upon noticing that there wasn't really any wiggle room.
So pliable.
Bojan pressed a slow kiss against Jere's lips, pressing their bodies together, enjoying the way the other man seemed to melt under his touch.
Deepening the kiss, he moved their hands upwards until he could switch to hold Jere's wrists together above his head with just one hand, moving the other one to gently cup his chin. He ground his hips against Jere's, using the moan the older man let out as an invite to lick into his mouth, pushing his tongue against Jere's.
Jere was arching his body against Bojan, his arms straining against the hold a bit harder now. Bojan tightened his grip slightly, using more of his weight to press Jere against the wall more securely.
He moved to kiss the corner of Jere's mouth to give him some room to breathe, reveling in the way the rapper kept shifting against him.
"Be good now" Bojan whispered against Jere's skin, moving to kiss his way lower, tilting Jere's chin a bit to have more room. Quickly enough his lips found the spot that made Jere whine in his ear, his hips thrusting forward, looking for more friction. Bojan was all too happy to oblige, moving to press his knee between Jere's legs, offering the other man some leverage. He scraped his teeth against the reds and purples of the bruise he had bitten into Jere’s skin the night before, earning another low whine with just the lightest of touches. Jere grinded his hips against Bojan’s thigh, clearly getting carried away with the way the younger man altered between kissing, biting and licking his neck.
“Someone’s eager” Bojan teased, gently blowing cool air against the wet spot of skin he had just licked. Jere shivered, muttering out something in finnish. Bojan moved his hand down from Jere’s chin, settling it on the finn’s hip, holding them still. The older man let out a frustrated huff of air, squirming in Bojan’s hold.
“You say you show me something.” Jere’s voice was raspy and he sounded out of breath. “This is not… This is not that”
“No?” Bojan asked, nipping at the tender skin below Jere’s ear. “Am I not entertaining enough for you?” He emphasized his words by pushing his thigh higher, grinding it against Jere’s crotch. He could feel that Jere was getting hard, the line of his dick easily noticed through his shorts. The broken moan Jere let out made Bojan’s whole being burn with the need for more .
And he had indeed planned for something more.
“You didn’t let me return the favor earlier” Bojan leaned his back head a bit, to take a look at Jere. The older man’s cheeks were flushed red, mixing beautifully with the tan and freckles on his face. His pupils were big enough to swallow most of the icy blue of his eyes, and the way he was staring at Bojan so openly, with so much lust, made the slovene’s stomach flip.
“What you mean?”
“In the kitchen. I felt like you were left hanging” Bojan pressed a chaste kiss on Jere’s lips. “I don’t like that”. Jere let out a quiet whisper of an “ oh ”, before smiling at Bojan (and damn if that smile didn’t threaten to turn Bojan’s legs into jell-o).
“That was… You don’t have -”
“I want to” Bojan pressed his fingers into Jere’s hip with a bit more strength. “If I may?” Jere blinked rapidly a few times, his gaze flitting between Bojan's eyes and his lips.
"Okay" Bojan didn't have to be told twice. Pressing their lips together again, he let go of Jere's wrists, moving both of his hands on the waistband of his shorts. He could feel how hesitantly the older man lowered his arms, clearly either too focused on the kiss to realise he could, or he had really liked them pinned up there.
Personally, Bojan liked to think it was more of the latter.
Jere was still wearing the sweatpants he'd had on since the morning, so it was easy work to slip his hand below the waistband, wrapping his fingers around Jere’s cock. The older man muttered something incoherent into Bojan’s mouth again, his hips pushing forward to fuck into Bojan’s hand. After moving his hand up and down Jere’s shaft a few times, Bojan moved to push the pants down from Jere’s hips.
Jere was tangling his fingers in Bojan's hair again, tugging as the younger man lowered himself on his knees. Bojan didn't mind the slight pinch, especially when Jere was looking at him with those eyes.
Bojan made a mental note of the fact that Jere wasn’t wearing any underwear, in the back of his head, for safe keeping. The thought made his own dick twitch in his pants, and his movements turn a bit more hasty. He moved his other hand back on the base of Jere's cock, resting his other hand against the other man's hip, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. He leaned forward to pepper light kisses on Jere's lower stomach, hips, and upper thighs. The muscles on Jere's legs twitched under the light touches, his skin rising on little bumps.
He pressed a light kiss on the tip of Jere's cock, before carefully wrapping his lips around it. He moved, taking more of it in, really focusing on the way Jere's breathing came out in uneven puffs, his hands still tangled in Bojan's hair. Bojan bobbed his head back and forth, taking Jere a bit deeper with every forward movement. He moved his hand with the same pace, his forefinger and thumb against his lips, to make sure that every inch was accounted for.
Hollowing his cheeks experimentally, he felt Jere's grip on his hair tighten.
Chancing a look up, he saw how the older man had thrown his head back against the wall, his mouth open, little gasps and whimpers escaping his lips.
The view was phenomenal.
Bojan wanted to spend the rest of his life on his knees for this man.
Bojan pulled back a bit, keeping his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue around it. Jere let out a magnificent litany of curses, his voice even more wrecked than it had been just a while ago. As Bojan moved his hand up and down Jere's spit slick length, the finn moved one of his hands from Bojan's hair to hold a fist against his own mouth, muffling the delicious sounds.
Which, no.
Bojan wanted to hear.
He raked the fingers of his free hand down from Jere's hip, scratching his nails against the skin. Jere couldn't quite reign in the sound that the action elicited from him, but he tried, and that just wouldn't do. Pulling off of Jere's cock, Bojan straightened himself up. Jere's other hand slipped from the slovene's hair, landing on his shoulder. Gently, Bojan grabbed the wrist of the hand Jere was still keeping against his lips, pulling it away. He laid a soft kiss against the knuckles before pressing it against the wall by Jere's head again.
"I wanna hear you," Bojan whispered, staring intently into Jere's eyes. "I wanna hear all of it, do you understand?" he could feel the fingers of Jere's free hand curling into the little hairs on his nape, pulling. He leaned forward for a kiss, the thought of the other man being able to taste himself in his mouth making heat gather in the pit of his stomach.
"Do you understand, Jere?"
"Yes" Jere whispered against his lips.
The kiss turned sloppy, their tongues brushing together. Once satisfied that Jere wasn't holding back anymore, Bojan moved his hand back on the other man's cock. He set a slow pace jerking him off, savoring the way Jere came undone under his ministrations. The little moans and whimpers were back, messily spreading against Bojan's lips in the midst of their kiss. Soon Jere's hips started moving back and forth erratically, chasing the friction from Bojan's hand. He was scratching at the back of Bojan's neck, altering between pulling on the little hairs and sinking his nails into the skin. He was desperate and Bojan loved every second of it.
He wanted to be greedy and make the moment last, but he was also eager to tip Jere over the edge of pleasure he seemed to be teetering on. And once again, anything he could do for Jere overrode any other idea, so he moved to kiss down Jere's neck, letting the other man lean his head back against the wall. Jere's breathing was irregular , a constant mix of finnish curses and Bojan's name falling from his lips.
With a skilled twist of Bojan's wrist, Jere's hips jerked and Bojan could feel his cum against his fingers. He pressed featherlight kisses on the hot skin of Jere's neck, stilling his hand, waiting. It took a moment for Jere to get his breathing into a more manageable state, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he was gathering his bearings, coming down from his high.
And now, Bojan was a curious bastard. He had gathered knowledge the night before, and the urge to try that knowledge in practice felt overwhelming. Slowly, he gave a small, experimental stroke to Jere's softening cock. The reaction was immediate; Jere's whole body twitched as if he had been hit with electricity, and he let out a high pitched yelp that could only be described as broken in Bojan's brain.
So he tried again.
The reaction was similar, Jere squirmed against him, sounding all seventy kinds of desperate. His hand was pulling on Bojan's hair, and as the slovene sucked on the skin of his neck, his hips canted forwards on their own accord, building up the overstimulation even though the finn was trying everything but.
"Bojan" Jere was leaning his head away, all the while pushing his hips forwards against the touch that was obviously bordering on painful. The slovene nuzzled his nose against Jere's neck, keeping his hand still, waiting. He didn't wanna push too far. "Bojan, please"
"Please what? Bojan whispered, the butterflies ever present inside him fluttering at the way Jere whined."What do you want, babe?"
"I -" Jere swallowed loudly, his breathing picking up. He squirmed, seemingly torn on whether he wanted more or or nothing at all. "I, uh -"
And Bojan was a curious bastard yes, but he wasn't a bastard, period. He didn't want to hear Jere's voice turn from needy and fucked out to something uncomfortable, and he definitely didn't want to hurt Jere, so he leaned back, removing his hand from the other man's crotch. He moved to take a step back, but Jere's hold on his neck got tighter, and the finn let out an unhappy huff.
"Stay. Please"
"Okay, okay"
They stayed still for a few moments, the thrumming need slowly simmering down in the pit of Bojan's stomach. He focused on the way Jere's breathing slowed down, the constant shivers running his body getting lesser and lesser. He slipped his hand down enough to pull Jere's pants back up, suddenly aware of how they were very much in public, if one of their friends decided to take a stroll around the yeard.
Oops.
Second time today.
It was quiet for a while, the only sounds apart from the two of them were the soft ripples of the lake, echoing from the other side of the yard, and the warm wind blowing lazily across the lot.
"You good?" Bojan asked finally, his voice soft and, even to his own ears, full of all kinds of emotions.
"...yes?" Jere's answer sounded more like a question, as if he had once again been confused about why Bojan was asking. "Are you?"
"Are you??" Bojan tried to crack a joke, a bit unsure why. The silence between them wasn't awkward, it wasn't heavy. The situation didn't need diffusing, the mood wasn't in need of lightening.
He could almost hear the way Jere rolled his eyes
"Be serious" Jere's accent was extremely thick on the last word, as if it didn't exactly fit into his mouth. It was adorable.
"I'm great" Finally, Jere pulled at his hair, clearly with the intent of getting them face to face.
He looked gloriously fucked out. They looked at each other for a long while, before Jere's composure started to crack. His lips slowly spread into a wide, infectious grin, and soon they were both giggling for absolutely no reason. Bojan leaned in for a hug, and Jere was happy to return it.
"Bojan?"
"Yes?"
"You fuck me tonight, yes?"