how can we satisfy you tonight?

prompt 25 for saucyjothoughts tonight you are my muse (yes i’m catching up with these)

pairing: bojan/kris

a/n: i just finished working at the dog show i was at, i’m exhausted, pissed off (kinda) and overwhelmed so prepare to hear about it in the new chapter when i put it out. also this one made me cringe heavily

For my fellow folks who are not leading the parade 'out'.

Disclaimer that I don't know how they identify and am not making assumptions, this is for fun.

Nothing better than coming home after a long trip and having your cat greet you at the door.

The speed with which Jan dives for his phone – never mind that it’s right there next to him on the sofa – would be embarrassing if anyone else had been around to witness it. For the first time since yesterday, he’s almost glad to be alone. Nace A truce has been reached This is as much sharing as they’ll do The photo attached shows Ollie and Pino both draped over Nace’s lap, having clearly jostled for room. Pino, unsurprisingly, has commandeered the most room, but Ollie has snuck his way closest to Nace and looks quietly smug about it. It’s a cute picture, and a funny one too, but it stirs up a pang of something Jan isn’t quite sure how to name. Longing, yes, but something else – guilt, perhaps? It lodges itself somewhere in his chest, heavy and sharp-edged. This hadn’t been the first time that Nace had invited him home to a family get together in the nine months since they’d agreed to see how things went, but it had been the first time that he’d paused before smiling and acknowledging Jan’s no. Jan hadn’t really thought about it at the time, but it’s been echoing around his head ever since saying goodbye yesterday. It had just seemed logical at the time. How would Nace even introduce him to everyone? Or reintroduce him, considering he’d already met a fair few of them at their gigs? Bandmate or friend clearly weren’t going to cover it nowadays, and no other terms had ever come up after they’d agreed not to put labels on this thing between them. Although that conversation had been a while ago – did it still count? It doesn’t help that he knows deciding on a word they could use would be like driving a tap into a barrel, with all those feelings that he always tells himself he’ll look in the eye later gushing out unrestrainedly. It’s the way he feels when he wakes up next to Nace, or sees him lounging around with Igor, or finds his too fancy shower gel sitting in Jan’s shower even on the days when he’s not at his flat. It’s the way he feels when Nace passes him a lighter before he asks, or gives that soft smile when Jan buys new gluten free snacks for them to try, or the way they laugh together when one of them succeeds in sneaking a joke track into their driving playlist. It bubbles in his stomach, spills warmly in his chest, hops on his tongue and makes his head spin. They’ve hurtled so far and so fast ahead in what is – really, all things considered – such a short time. He’d always thought that this kind of feeling was something that would come much later, that it was something for middle-aged people or ridiculous romantics like Bojan who were ready to settle down after years together, because who really wants to be staring down the barrel of forever before they’re even thirty? And yet, here he is, wearing one of Nace’s sweaters in a futile attempt to make him seem closer, feeling exactly this. The flat which has always been his sanctuary away from the world feels weird without Nace. He’d only really come back to lend some credibility to his bullshit excuse of having too much to do to accompany Nace, and now here he was, doomed to drift around restlessly and unable to focus on a single thing other than his phone, much to Igor’s judgement when he wasn’t busy being annoyed at being uprooted again. There seem to be reminders of him everywhere. He’s never felt like this about anyone before, and he barely knows what to do about it. Nace’s text is still waiting for a reply. He’s still online. I miss you hovers on Jan’s fingertips, much to his frustration. He’s typed it out and deleted it already more than once since yesterday, which is ridiculous – it’s only for a weekend, and Nace will be back from Kranj tomorrow evening. He’s even driving straight to see him. The last thing he wants to do is crowd him right now. How will that look, after Jan has made it so clear he didn’t want to come with him?

Some nice domestic fluff.

“Jure, why is Bojan looking at flights to Finland?” “You know him and Jere, Kris. If they don’t eventually meet and recharge their friendship, the force of the bond between them will crush everything in its path.” “Let me rephrase that: why is Bojan looking at flights to Finland while muttering about vampires?” “Oh.” “Muca, what did you do?” “Well, it’s just the one vampire, actually.” “Muca!” “I thought everyone knew about the Highgate Vampire! It’s hardly a new story, is it? And what’s the point of being in a different city if you don’t take in some of the history and culture of the place?” “But did you have to tell Bojan of all people?” “... alright, point taken. Look, I’ll fix it, OK? I’ll take him for a walk to get his mind off it all, just me and him.” “Not round the cemetery, Muca, alright?” “Of course not! The weather’s miserable anyway. We’ll just go as far as Pond Square and back. Nothing spooky about that. I hear there are chickens there or something, that’ll take his mind off the flights.”

Kris and Nace realise there are noises you wouldn't want to hear through hotel walls (cw: suggestive)

The wine has barely touched Jan’s lips when he hears the distinctive clink of cutlery on glass yet again. It’s a sound he knows is going to haunt his ears for days to come. Groaning, he sets his drink back down on the bar top and complains, “Whose fucking idea was this again?” “Mine!” Jure chirps happily next to him, grin just as wide as the last ten times it had happened within the past two hours. It’s mainly the one he has when he’s causing mischief, but Jan suspects some of the satisfaction is that he gets to keep hold of his own JD and coke. “I should've known,” he mutters. “I should've fucking known it wasn't Kris's.” He’d almost done a double take when Kris had announced in his best man’s speech that any time the guests felt the grooms were overdue for a kiss, they should just tap their cutlery on glass to remind them, no matter where they were or what they were doing. He’d demonstrated straight away, of course, and Jan had seen no reason not to comply – turning to receive the quick peck on the lips that Nace had leaned in for, his thumb trailing gently over Jan’s jaw in a way that made him want to linger in his touch – but he hadn’t realised then that this was just the start. Of course, there made been plenty of clinking during the meal itself, but now that was done and the band was setting up, people seemed determined to abuse the system whenever they felt the pair of them drifted too far apart. He felt like this was the first he’d caught his breath since dessert, and now he was being summoned again. By multiple glasses, by the sounds of it.

The passage of time doesn't register the same for everyone. Especially not for people who are constantly lost in the sauce. Kris, Jan and Nace discuss getting married.

“These designs are incredible,” Bojan says eventually, and Kris can do little other than nod in full agreement, almost at a loss for words. They’d been expecting good things from Anja, the designer sat alongside them, from the work they’ve seen her post online, but even just a few minutes of leafing through the sheets of personalised concepts is enough to convince Kris that setting up this meeting – a meeting so clandestine that only he and Bojan could sneak away for it – was absolutely the right thing to do. He knows Bojan will be feeling the same. How could he not, taking in the possibilities? Anja has clearly done her homework and taken in as much as she can from their interviews and performances. The end of their contract with Karlo can’t come soon enough, in his opinion, although he’s bitten his tongue hard enough to almost sever it to avoid saying it out loud in his presence more than once. The others will be thrilled too. Nace will be relieved to have something that strikes the balance between modest and flattering, while Jan will love finally having a bit of sparkle to his outfits. In fact, there’s just one issue that he can see. “The only thing is this,” Bojan ventures as if reading his mind. He taps a finger on the sheet with Jure’s designs. “It’s just the shirts. I think maybe just ditch those altogether.” “Oh?” Anja raises her eyebrows and shifts to look again at the images in question: beautiful airy things in a riot of colours that most people would be thrilled to wear. “Do you think he won’t be keen on them?” Kris can’t help but find Bojan’s eye in that moment, and realises he’s equally struggling for an answer.