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Being in a long distance relationship is hard, especially when both people live a very busy life and the only times they get to spend time together in the same room is when one, or both of them, are working. Jere and Bojan know this very well, but neither of them wants to let go of what they have. No matter how hard they try to make time for each other whenever they’re in the same country, there’s always schedules to worry about, gigs, interviews, sound checks, and eventually, a flight that will separate them from each other for months again.
They’re both bursting with excitement when Bojan gets a chance to come visit Jere, alone without the band. Jere’s calendar isn’t fully empty, but they’ll still have plenty of time to spend together in the privacy of Jere’s apartment. Even with the stolen moments together when lust takes over, they’ve never had enough time for more than hurried blowjobs, desperate handjobs, and that one time when Bojan held them both in his hand, grinding against each other until they climaxed nearly simultaneously.
Bojan has high hopes for his little vacation. He is confident that all of his dreams will come true now that he has Jere on his lap, kissing him needily, making the prettiest little noises Bojan has ever heard. Bojan can’t, and truthfully doesn’t even want to, stop his hands as they move down Jere’s back, sliding over the curve of his ass before grabbing a handful of those plump cheeks. Jere whimpers into the kiss, grinding gently against Bojan.
Oh yes, dreams are definitely coming true tonight.
Bojan slides his hand inside Jere’s sweatpants and boxers, feeling the soft skin of his ass. Another squeeze, another moan from Jere. Feeling confident and bold he slips his right hand between Jere’s cheeks, the tip of his middle fingers pressing ever so slightly against Jere’s hole. Jere tenses on his lap for a second before a small whimper escapes his lips.
Bojan pulls away from the kiss, moving to nibble on Jere’s earlobe gently before he growls “I want to fuck you, I want to feel this tight hole around my cock.” He slides his fingers over it again, applying just a bit of pressure. Jere pulls away from the kiss quickly, his eyes wide with apologetic fear.
“You can't,” he simply says.
Bojan, a bit surprised by the rejection, pulls his hand away and leans back just a bit to look into his boyfriend’s eyes.
“You don't…. want to?” Bojan tries to not let the sadness and disappointment be heard in his voice. Jere shakes his head.
“I want, but we can't. Remember I have surgery years ago?” He lifts up his shirt just enough to reveal the scar on his stomach, gesturing towards it. “Doctor say it too dangerous. I want you fuck me, I want so much, but it… can't, I…” Jere looks down for a moment, swallowing hard. “It too dangerous for me, my inside might… go broken” He looks into Bojan’s eyes again, apologetic, like he has disappointed him. Bojan hurries to take his hand, bringing his other hand up to cup Jere's cheek.
“Hey, it's okay. I'm sorry I forgot about the surgeries, or didn't really understand that you can't… it's okay, we can do something else.” He smiles at Jere gently, trying to assure him that he isn't disappointed.
“Sorry I can't give you what you want” Jere says quietly, sounding so sad that it breaks Bojan's heart a little.
“Hey hey hey, look at me. Every second spent with you is precious to me, it's all I want, to be here with you, to be able to hold you. I'd never do anything that would put a risk on your health, we'll do other things, okay?”
Jere nods, and after a second Bojan pulls him into another kiss.
“I wish I could….” Jere whispers between kisses. “I want very much, I just…” Bojan kisses him again and again, hoping that Jere understands that everything is okay, when suddenly an idea pops into his head.
“So we can't put anything inside you? But stimulating you on the outside is safe, right?”
Jere bites the corner of his lower lip as he nods. Bojan leans in, his lips brushing against Jere's ear. “Have you ever gotten your ass eaten?”
The whimper that escapes Jere's lips is adorable, making Bojan chuckle as he turns to look at him. Jere shakes his head as a no, a blush on his cheeks.
“Would you like to?”
Jere nods several times, maybe a bit too excited about the idea.
“I'd be more than happy to do that,” Bojan whispers as he leans in, kisses Jere and slowly starts to push him down onto his back on the bed. Jere stops him with a hand on his chest.
“I need– I want shower first. Or did you… like right now?” Jere hesitates.
“Yes Jere, right now. I want to eat you out.”
“Okay,” Jere breathes out. “Okay, yeah, just… five minutes.” Jere hops off the bed, basically sprinting into the bathroom and locks the door behind him. Bojan chuckles when he hears the shower turn on just seconds later.
Bojan thinks back to all their past conversations about Jere's surgeries, trying to remember exactly what Jere has told him. He has talked about them pretty vaguely, probably partly because of the language barrier, so Bojan had never really realized that it meant Jere can’t–
The sound of the shower turning off catches Bojan’s attention, and a moment later Jere steps out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his hips. He hurries back to Bojan, lets his towel fall onto the floor and climbs back into Bojan’s lap.
Bojan spends several minutes just kissing him, hoping that it’ll help him relax. When he asks Jere if he's ready, Jere nods enthusiastically, even though Bojan can tell that he’s nervous. Ever so gently Bojan flips Jere onto his stomach, crawls on top of him and starts kissing his way down Jere’s back, slowly, taking his time.
“You’re so beautiful.” A kiss between his shoulder blades. “Inside and out, so perfect. You’re perfect to me.” A few kisses down his spine. “I could spend days worshiping every inch of you.” Bojan traces the curve of Jere’s waist with his tongue. “You’re so fucking hot, I can’t keep my hands off of you.” Jere moans as Bojan places kisses right above his ass.
Bojan grabs a hold of Jere’s naked ass, squeezing both cheeks before giving a slight smack on the left one. Jere yelps, making Bojan chuckle apologetically. “Sorry, I couldn't resist.”
Jere lifts his head to look at him from over his shoulder, a small grin on his lips. “It okay, I know you a naughty naughty man.”
Bojan spends a moment kneading the soft cheeks, kissing them all over before spreading them gently. Jere's hole looks so inviting, Bojan would love nothing more than to push inside it, find out what kinda noises he could pull out of Jere while he'd pound him into the mattress, how prettily Jere's back would arch, but no, Jere is right. It's too dangerous, and the last thing Bojan wants to do is to hurt him, so he pushes those thoughts out of his head as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss on Jere's hole before slowly sliding his tongue over it. Jere let's out a high pitched, surprised gasp, his head raising from the pillow as his back arches. Sensitive, Bojan makes a mental note right before diving in again, lapping over Jere's hole over and over again, gently.
“Fuck… oh my…. Vittu—” Jere moans, his hands gripping onto the sheets on either side of his head. God he sounds amazing, feels amazing, tastes amazing, Bojan thinks and spreads his cheeks further, swirling his tongue before pressing several sloppy kisses right on his hole.
Jere is whining and whimpering, his hips grinding against the mattress. Bojan is mesmerized by the view, the way the muscles on Jere's back move as he twitches on the bed, how the muscles on his shoulders and arms tense and relax as he claws at the sheets, the symphony of noises coming from him, little whimpers that turn into moans, gasps and whines, pleads in both Finnish and English, half broken words. Bojan will never get to fuck him, but this? This is pretty fucking amazing, too.
Bojan grabs a hold of Jere's hips, gently pulling on them. “Lift your ass up for me, baby.” He whispers gently. Jere whines quietly but does as he's told, always so obedient and eager to please. He keeps his face buried in his pillow, too far gone to hold himself up.
“Everything okay? Are you comfortable?” Bojan takes this moment to check in on his partner. Jere nods.
“Yeah–” his voice breaks a bit, forcing him to clear his throat. “Yeah, feels… pliis keep going.”
“Anything for you, baby,” Bojan hums before leaning down again. With his mouth back on Jere's hole he wraps his right arm around Jere's hips, finding his hard, leaking cock. Jere moans even louder once he starts to move his hand around it, sliding easily back and forth on his wet cock.
“Fuck, Bojan–” Jere nearly sobs, the muscles on his back shaking. Bojan moans against his skin, knowing the signs that tell him that Jere is close.
A few more swirls of his tongue over Jere's hole, a few more pumps on his cock and Jere is coming with a scream underneath him. Bojan doesn't stop until Jere's body flops down on the bed, his back raising and falling with his heavy breaths.
Bojan chuckles as he slowly pulls his hand from under Jere's hips, smearing cum all over the sheets as he does, but he doesn't have the heart to ask Jere to move right now.
Jere has his eyes closed, a pink flush covering his cheeks. He is still trying to catch his breath when Bojan lays down next to him.
“How was it?” He asks, even though he is pretty damn sure about the answer. He just wants to hear it. Jere blinks his eyes open, they look hazy for a moment before they focus on Bojan's face.
“Fuck… amazing. I didn't know it feel like that, that… fucking amazing,” Jere breathes out.
“You did seem to enjoy yourself,” Bojan grins. Jere just nods, humming as a yes as his eyes slip shut again.
Bojan pulls him tight against him, holding him close. Jere nuzzles his face against Bojan's chest.
“Sorry I can't–” Jere starts after a moment of silence but Bojan stops him.
“Don't apologize for that, never apologize for that. Your health and well-being is more important than anything else, and we aren't going to risk it. I'm sorry I didn't remember, or realize, your limitations. But there's a million other things we can do, for example, I'm not against the idea of you fucking me.” Bojan looks at him pointedly.
“I like that idea, too,” Jere grins before pulling him into a kiss. “But right now,” Jere starts as he pushes Bojan onto his back and climbs on top of him, kissing him again, “I really want to suck you.”
Bojan isn't going to say no to that.