If only my sorrys meant something

Your skin is addictive

Bojans POV

Smut warning!

Bojan's eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. He glanced at the sleeping figure of his boyfriend, Jere, and couldn't help but smile. Carefully, he untangled himself from the sheets, mindful not to disturb Jere's peaceful slumber.

Whilst he was admiring Jeres beauty, he got a sudden phone call. Who on earth is trying to get in contact with him at this moment?

~Incoming call from Jan🖕~

For fuck sakes, what did he want now? To tease him about being in Finland with his boyfriend? Or maybe asking about if they had sex yet? Even worse, if they had sex multiple times.

To be honest, Bojan couldn't find the questions that disturbing it uncomfortable, as he does wish sometimes they would do the unimaginable stuff Jan and his other band mates would say.

For example, giving each other the pleasure in a sauna. Bojan wondered if he'd ever experience it as he's always dreamed about the feeling, how it'll be better. But now, as he's in Finland, the place which has the best saunas, he could really experience it.

He rubbed his eyes, his phone vibrated and the same name kept coming up on his phone screen. He didn't want to pick it up, but he knew he wouldn't be left in peace with his beloved Jere if he didn't.

As Bojan slipped out of the hospital room, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Leaving Jere's side was the last thing he wanted to do, but his friend Jan's call couldn't be ignored. It had been a couple of days since they last spoke, and Bojan knew his band mates wouldn't leave him the fuck alone.

Walking down the quiet corridor, Bojan's thoughts were torn between his loyalty to Jere and his obligation to callJan. He knew that Jere would understand why he left without saying anything, but that didn't make it any easier that he could wake up any moment now. Bojan's heart ached at the thought of Jere waking up alone, wondering where he had gone.

Bojan found a secluded spot where he could take the call without disturbing others.

"Hey, how's it in Finland, lover boy?" Jan screamed while Jure just waved and smiled to see them sight of Bojan once again.

"Calm yourself, we're in the hospital, don't ask because I won't tell you." Bojan said while shushing them and rolling his eyes.

But in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake the worry about Jere. Was he awake? Did he need anything? Bojan's mind raced with questions, his concern for Jere overshadowing the conversation.

"Is Jere okay?" Kris exclaimed while the others kept laughing how they must of had a great time in the older mans apartment.

"Yeah, we are going back to his apartment when he wakes up." Bojan said while the others kept saying sexual joked about both of the men.

"You know, you're a lucky guy Bojan, I even had a crush on your man, but you came along." Jan stated and Bojan just felt his heart racing and spinning around the rest of his organs.

The only words he could say were, "Bastard" and "Fuck off", while, he knew he wanted to say more to protect the other, which was probably laying helplessly in the room across from the never ending hallways from the main area.