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There is nothing that could have prepared Bojan for this moment.
He’s on his knees, in some random washroom off of an unused hallway, while his bandmates and most other Eurovision acts are partying together, possibly not even having noticed yet that he and Finland’s entry have gone missing shortly after they were having a dance-off-slash-staring-contest. They’d been giggling the whole way through it, thrusting their hips toward each other, and entertaining everyone around them. When they had finally stopped, they’d looked at each other and immediately cracked up again.
Everyone else had scattered then, getting more drinks, storming the dance floor, honestly Bojan had no idea and didn’t really care. Käärijä had slung his arm around him in a friendly hug, patting his back and looking up at him with a wide grin. And Bojan, not that he liked to admit it, had blushed, and ducked his head, only just managing to swallow the giggle that threatened to escape. It wasn’t like that was such an unusual reaction to the other man’s attention on him, but up until that point Käärijä luckily hadn’t seen Bojan behave like a schoolgirl with her first crush from up close. Up until that point, they’d mostly passed each other while going from one interview or event to the other, catching the other’s eye and making each other laugh, and the few times they had actually interacted they were surrounded by other people and Bojan had luckily managed to keep his growing attraction to the other man in check. Right then, the older man had tilted his head to the side, studying Bojan for a beat, before sliding his hand slowly from his shoulder, where it still rested, to the back of his head, loosely gripping his neck like a question. And Bojan had bitten his lip and tried very hard not to whimper, which seemingly was enough of an answer for the Finn. He had grinned, that wolfish, hungry one Bojan had seen him sport on stage before, and loudly declared “Jokerman, we get some air. Yes, yes.” He’d then turned around and marched off, like he knew exactly where he was going and had no doubt Bojan would follow him. Which, okay, Bojan conceded that he really didn’t have to think twice about catching up to the other man with a couple of long strides. He felt giddy, because they were on their way to doing something monumentally ill-advised, weren’t they?
Käärijä had grinned at him again, slightly less wolfish this time, almost tender. “Bojan, you want to… yes?” and Bojan had embarrassed himself for the third time that evening, almost stumbling over his words to quickly get out, “Yes, yes, Käärijä. I really want to.” They’d reached a part of the building by then that seemed deserted, so when the other man had reached for his hand, Bojan hadn’t thought twice about taking it. “You call me Jere, please. Käärijä find you pretty. But Jere want to kiss you.” And who was Bojan to argue with that. They’d turned down a corridor that was dark and reassuringly empty and had stumbled through the first door that had been unlocked. Before any awkwardness could develop between them, Käärija, no, Jere had pinned Bojan up against the door, framed his face in his hands and pulled him into a kiss that left him dizzy. It should have been physically impossible for the smaller man to pin Bojan in place like that, but his hands had seemed to be everywhere at once, squeezing and stroking, making Bojan moan into the kiss in a way that should frankly have been embarrassing. He’d seen the man’s tongue, all of Europe had, but the things it had been doing in his mouth right then posed a serious threat to his sanity.
He'd squirmed out from under the Finn’s grasp and before he could complain he’d flipped them around, dropping to his knees, faintly registering the hard tiles he landed on. When he’d looked up, the other man had been beaming down at him and reached out to gently stroke his hair out of his eyes. Bojan had dug into the back pocket of his jeans and produced one of the Joker Out condoms he’d been handing out to some other contestants earlier. Jere had seen it and giggled and soon they’d both been laughing and clutching at each other.
Which brings us to right now, with Bojan having just freed the man’s cock from his pants. He’s half hard and getting the rest of the way there almost immediately, which Bojan is going to interpret as a compliment, thank you very much.
He slides the condom on and then he’s finally, finally within licking distance and he does just that for a moment, looking up at Jere for a reaction. The man looks like he’s about ready to devour Bojan whole and so he doesn’t waste another second. As soon as his lips are firmly wrapped around the Finn’s cock, a hand finds it’s way into his hair, stroking slowly.
He grabs at the hand and tries to show the man that it’s perfectly fine to grab him a bit tighter, which results in Jere accidentally pulling his hair in a way that has Bojan moan around the cock in his mouth, sliding forward until his nose presses into soft skin. This in turn makes the other man’s hips stutter, gripping his hair even tighter.
Suddenly he’s being pushed down a bit harder on the older man’s cock than is entirely comfortable, but the only thought that crosses his mind is “I really wouldn’t mind choking on his dick”. Jere starts to apologise and tries to pull back, but Bojan’s having none of it. He comes up for air, cuts off his apology by flashing a wide grin upwards and tries to ask for what he craves. “You know if you want to you could actually…” there’s really no way to be elegant about this… he grabs the man’s hips and pulls a bit, hoping to get his point across.
“Perkele!” Yeah, that’s what he thought. When Jere feeds his cock back into Bojan’s mouth, the other man seems to have understood and starts slowly fucking himself in and out of his mouth. He digs his fingers into the Finn’s perfectly juicy ass once, twice, to indicate he can take more. He groans around his cock for good measure and that really seems to do it. The other man stills for only a second before he starts fucking into Bojan’s mouth with abandon, sliding deep into his throat, picking up speed, a groan echoing from above Bojan with every thrust. He tries to keep his jaw and throat as relaxed as possible while simultaneously trying to create some suction, but he soon gives up and goes pretty much slack all over. He’s simply along for the ride, barely able to breathe, feeling how one of Jere’s hands is holding him up by the shoulder while the other is gripping his hair, making sure his head stays in position. And he doesn’t think he’s ever felt sexier or more cherished than in this very moment, being facefucked by the Finnish man like some sort of hyper realistic sex toy. He feels a bit slutty at the thought, but isn’t that sexy too…
Soon, the thrusts start losing in rhythm but increasing in force, hitting the back of Bojan’s throat in a way he’s sure he’ll feel tomorrow. A constant stream of grunts and groans interspersed with his name and a litany of Finnish curse words rains down on him from above. Bojan is sure he blacks out for a second from the pleasure of it all. His brain short circuits and the next thing he knows he’s coming, his cock still firmly in his pants, absolutely untouched, wildly twitching in his boxers. He lets out the filthiest moan he thinks he’s ever made, muffled by the cock still deep down his throat. At the sound, the older man stills, and Bojan can feel him come into the condom, pulsing deliciously on his tongue. He would have loved to have the man’s come flood his mouth and faintly wonders how realistic “maybe next time” is. He doesn’t really want to let go of the cock that’s starting to soften on his tongue, but the taste of rubber gets overwhelming soon.
When he tries to stand, he’s quite wobbly on his legs and Jere simply slides down the door he’s still leaning against to join him on the floor. Bojan ends up half straddling him, immediately pulled into a kiss and a strong embrace. “I hurt you?”, the other man wants to know, and although his throat feels deliciously raw, he shakes his head. When Jere reaches between them Bojan’s sure he’s going to blush, so he hides his face in the other man’s neck. “Vittu!”, has him look up again in question and the sly grin on Jere’s face really has no right to make his stomach flip the way it does. “You come like that?”, really does make him blush then, and he shrugs a bit helplessly. The Finn says “Hot!” and starts laughing, throwing his arms around him, and Bojan finds himself laughing along.
When they’ve calmed down a bit, Jere takes his face into his hands to kiss him again. And Bojan could really get addicted to that he thinks. All questions floating around his brain about where to go from here and how to subtly find out whether Jere would like to do this again, preferably soon, are resolved when the other man takes one of Bojan’s hands in his, intertwines their fingers and says “Jokerman, you surprise me. But good surprise, I like it, you. I take you to my hotel now, yes, you like?” And because Bojan’s relieved that the other man is so direct, he feels less hesitant to agree and tell him that yes, he’d very much like to.
They both sort out their hair and clothes as best they can and shoot off some quick texts to let their respective delegations know that they’re suddenly very tired and are going to go get some rest. They manage to make it out of the building without being seen and held up by anyone, which they giggle about once they’re outside. It’s a very short walk to his hotel, Jere assures him, but Bojan doesn’t mind, because while they`re walking, Jere throws his arm around Bojan’s shoulders, effectively pulling him flush against his side. He’s animatedly chatting about Joker Out’s performance on stage, his own interviews that are lined up for the next day and, to Bojan’s surprise, about how he’s apparently quite unashamedly been checking Bojan out when they’ve passed each other. Bojan slides his own arm around the man’s waist and breathes him in. He knows he’s probably just gotten himself more than he’s ever bargained for, but he’s nothing if not excited for it.