#i need to know what jure looked like for kris to be like fuck i need to be fucked so badly 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

[j-restlessgeek]

#can i beg about details? 👀

Well well since you always leave such nice comments (I love them sm thank you 🥺🫶), I'll give you the overall idea hehe :3 (it's smutty as I already said :))

Okay so basically Jan, Nace and Jure are in a relationship (that's not the focus point of the story tho) and they have an open relationship when it comes to the guys, so they're okay with any of them (or all them together 🤷‍♀️) having sex with them from time to time yk. Bojan has maybe taken up their offer a few times before, but never Kris. They never push him ofc and it's not really that it makes him uncomfortable or anything but he just… never did

But all of a sudden one day at rehearsal Kris just looks at Jure like, really looks at him and he's just like fuck he's hot😳

Okay won't say more about the plot, but I'm also giving you the first line that I wrote down, which led me to have the overall idea: “Kris had never wanted to be fucked by Jure more than in this exact moment.”

And guess you can guess how it ends 🤭🤭🤭

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[anxious-witch]

Sooo, since like, literally three people asked(like I need more enabling lmao) here is a drabble/snippet from poly!JO soulmate au from August. It isn't finished and kinda a kess so read at your own risk, definitely not up to my usual quality.

Tw for alcohol, vomiting, character's drink being spiked (if I forgot anything, please let me know)

Bojan was born with four stripes on his stomach. Yellow, red, purple and blue. It reminded him of a mini rainbow. When he was little he used to trace them. Wondering how it related to his soulmate.

His parents seemed reluctant to tell him. And Bojan didn't understand. Not until his sister pulled him aside one day before he started school and explained. Soulmate marks indicated something about his soulmate, but his was special. Bojan remembered that she specifically used the word special.

Not weird, not odd. Special.

She said that since his has more than one color, it probably means more than one soulmate. That there was nothing wrong eith that, but that he had to be careful since not everyone would understand.��

She told him it was easy enough to cover with clothes, but in case he needed to, she showed him how to hide it with makeup.

Bojan hadn't been seven for awhile now. He was twenty four and he understood much, much better why his sister was so careful about all of it. At best, people with multiple marks were looked down upon. And Bojan didn't always have the best of luck, either.

He wished he could say that the reason he wanted to convince Kris to join the band was purely because of talent. Not that Kris wasn't extremly talented because he was. Bojan was already laying groundwork to ask him to join. And then Kris tied his hair back in a ponytail, revealing his soulmark.

Four stripes. Red, pink, purple and blue. Perfectly lined up. 

Bojan had to swallow past the lump in his throat. Found one of you. 

He didn't want Kris to join the band because of that thiugh. So instead he did his best to charm him. Teasing and laughing and promising. Kris agreed, under the condition that Jan may join too.

"He is my best friend and my soulmate. I am not going anywhere without him."

How could have Bojan refused?

Kris and Jan were polar opposites that somehow managed to work in perfect harmony. Kris charmed you with his cute laugh and politeness, while Jan disarmed you with flirting and downright filthy things he could say with a straight face.

Bojan planned on telling them about his mark. He really did. It was just that everytime he tried, fear of rejection wrapped itself over his chest.

What if they didn't want him? What if it would make things weird? 

He was a coward. He knew as much. He just couldn't bring himself to tell them. 

His mark ached sometimes. Especially when he saw how gently Jan would kiss the mark on Kris's neck, or Kris wrapping his fingers around the one on Jan's wrist. 

Jan made it worse with the way he wore his so openly. Like a badge of honor. Bojan suggested him to put a bracelet or some makeup on it once, to hide it.

He remembered Jan's fury to this day.

"What, do you have something against it? Do you think I should be fucking ashamed of my soulmates?"

Bojan took a step back, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

"No, of course not...I just think it might be wise not to show it off. People get beaten up for less. I don't want to see you hurt."

Jan looked at him for one very long moment. Bojan felt like he was being carved from inside out and examined.

"Let me worry about that. What business of yours is that, anyway?"

Bojan's mark pulsed under his shirt. He resisted the urge to rub the pain away. He shrugged.

"None."

They never spoke of it again. Years passed and Bojan got used to the yearing that came with being so close and yet so far. 

And then Jure came along. Bojan was still sad because of Matic leaving. That's the only excuse he had for not noticing Jure's mark sooner.

It came to a head during summer vacation. Jure joined them at the pool. And on his leg, just under his knee, was a mark. Four strips. Yellow, pink, red and purple.

Bojan heard Kris gasp from somewhere far away. His own mark throbbed underneath the band aid he put on. The lie he said was that he had a scar from surgery that he didn't want to show. Jan teased him for being vain, but no one ever questioned it. 

He and Martin exchanged a glance. Silently agreeing to leave and give them a moment. If Bojan's heart felt heavy or his mark burned, knowing he belonged there too, well. That was only for him to know.

Bojan was running out of excuses. Jure made a perfect new addition to Kris and Jan. While they certainly took some time to find a way to navigate a new configuration, they did work it out. Sometimes Bojan was so jealous he could taste it. 

Which usually meant he got hammered and left with the first person who wanted to take him home and fuck him. 

Other times, he just got hammered and called Luka through Skype. Luka who'd cursed him out and scolded him for being an idiot, but would still try and get him to take care of himself. Made sure he drank water and had a bucket nearby.

That was probably more than he deserved.

"So let me get this straight. Three of your soulmates recently got together. Which disproved your theory about them not wanting you because they are monogamous. Shocker, really. And instead of telling them now, you got hammer."

Bojan raised a finger in the air.

"And made out with a girl at the party in front of them."

Luka pinched his nose. He took a deep breath.

"And made out with a girl in front of them. Great! Lovely! What's the next step in your brilliant, self-destructive plan?"

Bojan shrugged. Luka sighed again.

"You are a menace. But you are also my friend. Which means I want you to be a happy menace. Please tell them."

"I'll think about it."

Luka shook his head and looked at him sadly.

"Sure you will."

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He didn't end up telling them. In his defense, he really was preoccupied. Few days later, Martin told him he was leaving the band to concentrate on finishing college.

Bojan grieved the loss of another friend, as ridiculous as it sounded. While Kris and Jan loved Martin as well, it was different. They had each other and Jure now.

So Bojan arranged everything for Martin's last concert with them. And looked for the replacement. Which was how he found Nace. 

Bringing Jan along was his first mistake. Perhaps if he hadn't it could have been avoided. 

Nace fit into the criteria to perfectly replace Martin on stage. Jure even joked they looked similar enough that fans won't even notice the difference. Bojan would, though. He wasn't only losing a friend who he worked with since the beginning, but also his last line of defense. 

His mark ached harder than before ever since Jure joined in. 

He and Jan interviewed Nace and it was all going well. Bojan was finally starting to relax, realizing Nace would be a good fit. He was responsible, but knew how to joke still. They did need someone to keep them in check on occasion. And Nace didn't drink. His guitar skills were amazing too. All in all, perfect.

Up until he took off his leather jacket and stayed only in short sleeves. Showing off a soulmark on his right biceps.

Four stripes. Yellow, pink, red and blue. Bojan froze. 

"Nace," Jan said, sounding almost breathless, "is that your soulmark?"

Nace looked at him in confusion. Jan raised his hand to show off his wrist and Nace's eyes widened. 

"You are-"

"Yes. And I have found the other two. You are the forth."

Bojan felt like he was watching a private moment. Nace seems to be at a loss on what to say, simply looking at Jan like he was a miracle.

"So...only one remains."

A lump formed in Bojan's throat. His mark burned viciously. As if it was screaming: I am here!  Bojan got up.

"I'll leave you to settle...um. This. I think we can conclude Nace is a good fit by what was said already anyway. Have fun."

Jan's heavy gaze followed him until he took a turn in the alley, away from the view of the café. 

The next few weeks were torture. Watching them was torture. The way they all balanced each other perfectly. Jure's jokes and pranks contrasted Nace's mature, thought out responses. Kris' anxious energy was match by Jan's always relaxed state. They mixed and matched and still-

God, his mark burned. Bojan had too many moments where he had to excuse hinself and just breathe. Will the pain away. 

They were all there. Missing only one puzzle piece. All he had to do was go there and tell them. Just-

"Bojan?" Nace gently called out, startling him.

He turned from where he was leaning on the sink in the kitch to face him. Nace was always so measured in his movements, in his words. He told that that was because he used to be wild in his teenage years. He appriciated measured, gebtle approach a lot more now. 

"Sorry, I got lost in thought. Did you need something?"

"I just wanted to talk to you, if you have a minute?"

Bojan shrugged, even as his defense mechanisms rose up. Did he know? How would he have even realized? No. Impossible. 

"Sure. Shoot."

Nace's gaze traveled over his face and Bojan had the urge to squirm. All of them were attractive of course, but Nace and Jan had this odd ability to make him feel like they knew all his secrets. Bojan didn't have time to unpack why he was bith terrified and attracted to the feeling.

"I know this whole thing can't be easy for you. With all of us being bonded, you must feel left out. And I am sorry if I contributed to that by joining the band."

Bojan bit his lip. Oh. That was so thoughtful. He felt even more guilty about lying now. 

"It's not your fault. And I'm-I'm glad you guys found each other. It just gets a bit...much, sometimes."

Nace nodded.

"I can imagine. Kris told me you haven't found your own match yet, so it must be doubly hard for you."

God. He could just tell him. Bojan opened his mouth.

"Nace I-"

"Nace!" 

Jure came running, to show Nace a very specific cat video. It broke their moment and Bojan's sudden bravery disappeared.

He didn't tell him.

Which was why he ended up at the bar again. This time, without any of them around. He chatted up a guy who vaguely reminded him of Nace. Accidentally of course. 

It tricked his brain into feeling safe. So Bojan wasn't watching his drink as attentively as he should have.

He only realized his mistake when the room started to spin. Panic gripped him. If he went to the bathroom, he was going to show he was suspicious. But what could he do?

Now, Bojan will admit he wasn't someone who ever studied the soulmate bond. But even he knew about it. In theory. He tried to block in out of his mind most of the timez terrified of exposing himself.

But in his panic and confusion, he found it. He could feel faint flashes of what the other four felt. And he, idiotically, pushed all his fear and panic through the bond. 

The closest way to describe the feeling was smashing the fire alarm. 

Suddenly he could feel all of them. As if they they were reaching out to him. Jan's fierce protectiveness, Kris gentle reassurance. Jure's playfulness was there, even with his worry. And Nace was a warm, stable presence of comfort.

Bojan's phone rang. The guy he was drinking with seemed annoyed, but it gave him an excuse to step away and answer the phone. 

He managed to make it out of the club, to the fresh, cold air. 

"Hello?"

"Bojan, where are you?"

Jan's voice was sharp and urgent. It immediately brought tears to Bojan's eyes.

"At the bar near my apartment. I'm sorry I-I think the guy put something in my drink. Everything is kind of spinning and I swear I only had one drink! Jan, I'm scared."

He heard Jan swearing at the other end, and there was such an intense wave of protectivness that came through the bond that Bojan felt like it wrapped around him. 

"It's okay. We are coming to get you. I will give Kris the phone now, okay? Stay on the line."

"Okay."

He sat on the ground, to get the spinning under control. He was so tired.

"Bojan? Can you hear me?"

"Kris," he sighed contentedly. 

Kris had such a nice, soothing voice. Bojan wanted to fall asleep to him talking.

"Yes, it's me. Can you tell me how are you feeling?"

Bojan hummed, thoughtful. Woth everything they were feeling, it was hard to pinpoint how he felt.

"Tired. Kinda sick? Not like I'll throw up but like I didn't eat something right. And everything is still spinning."

Kris kept talking to him and asking him irrelevant questions just to keep him on the line. Bojan fought against drifting off, but it became harder.

"Kris," he whined, "I am so tired."

He gently shushed him.

"I know sweetheart. Just a bit longer. We'll be there in a minute."

The rest was a blur. He remembered them picking him up and driving him home, but drugs made everything hazy. Last thing he remembered was being put to bed and then everything going dark.

[izpira-se-zlato]

Milan, 27.03.24

Gig report! Can't believe there's only two to go after this one :o (for me)

I showed up at 4:45pm (bc I'd chosen to get food at the station) and was still a lower number than in Munich at 2pm. Yeah.

didn't really queue thus, which always makes gigs a bit… different. I miss chatting with people before gigs, but I hadn't wanted to fly (even though after the venue move that would have been even easier. But also catching a 7:30 flight the morning after a gig. Yeah, no)

the queue kinda fell apart because you needed a membership card to get into the venue. We didn't have to pay. But they had to handwrite it for us. Emotions ran a little high

the venue was. Something. Sorta a… festival tent? Not quite outdoors, but definitely Interesting

due to the proximity to the airport, the radio frequencies from planes kept interfering with the equipment. Bojan attempted to explain it to us, but he didn't know it himself and thus mostly listened. I feared for the worst at that point, ngl. They didn't look particularly angry to me, but Bojan was like, "Don't be angry, Jan!" so I was like 😬

Bojan tried to get Jure and then also Nace to jam while they were figuring out their tech issues (Always Something Problem), but it meant Jan couldn't hear himself enough and so we just watched him wander on stage while Bojan tried to entertain us

We got ASTP and Proti Toku for soundchek. My first ASTP in 12 gigs on this tour! Curious to see what we'll get today

Bojan repeatedly called Jan "Jenzo" and then later claimed "Just so you know, Jan's Italian name is Jenzo!" with which the crowd disagreed (and let him know that it should be Gianni)

soundcheck was pretty cold and I almost regretted not having taken my jacket (but it did warm up)

the opener was a brass band. Unexpected but actually fun. Fit the gig, somehow

they played a lot of medleys of known songs and the crowd was pretty into it

JC! God, I barely can believe that it was the second-to-last tie I saw him live like that. I love his acoustic set a lot (in particular the first and last songs xD)

He accidentally unplugged his guitar last night. Kinda a funny moment

pretty sure the hype list was changed. Dirty Little Secret made it into the cut, and to our surprise, Zitti e Buoni didn't. Weird choice, Primož (or so I assume)

Actual gig!

We got Jan in a capybaster shirt and Nace in the cosy sweater and Bojan in a buttoned shirt he got gifted during soundcheck and Jure in the gorgeous metallic sweater and Kris in another cozy sweater

The Jance was off the fucking charts, jfc I hate them idk what was in the air. Probably hadn't seen each other all day (I'm not actually complaining)

We got SSOL opener into… Ne Bi Smel into Ona into Tokio

During Ne Bi Smel Jan was standing in front of Nace's mic so Nace had to push him away to sing the backing vocals (grinning all the while)

Bojan went, "This night is gonna be multilingual" so I was like, oh, Tokio, but no! "We had English, then Slovene, now we're gonna add some Serbian!" Changing his quips for the final stretch, huh?

Nace singing fucking "Dok tebe sunce greje, mi amore" at Jan. I hate him (While the sun warms you up, my love, according to lyrics translate)

They also played at each other during NBS because of course they did

Jan back on Jure's snare drum for the end. Multi-instrumentalist

Tokio! I didn't catch it on video, but Nace leaned in and bumped his nose into Jan's breast? Kissed his coat? I have no clue what he did but I was like ??? Nace?

At the end, they chased each ohter in circles again, and Nace either went down on one knee in front of Jan or almost did so. When the lights came back on, Nace patted Jan's chest while laughing (couldn't make out Jan's expression)

before NGVOT, Nace was thrown bread. A plushie? Actual bread? I don't know

Nace kept looking over at Jan during NGVOT, and when Jan finally met his gaze, he turned to him so they played at each other. Jan was making a mock-surprised grimacing face and playing? And then they just. Turned back to the front. What the fuck, guys

they just. kept looking at each other. Jan looking at Nace while Nace was doing backing vocals. Nace looking back as soon as he was done. Them swaying in sync while Nace smiled smugly about it. And at the end, they did the swaying like. In opposite cycles? So both sawying in and both swaying away, until Nace turned and bent his knees a little and yelled up into Jan's face. Yeah idk.

we didn't only get Bluza but got it before Šta bih ja

Kris came over to hug Jan during Bluza 🥰😭

Jan's expressions during the ending were. Something 😂

more silliness from Jan and Nace during Šta bih ja

Bojan: "This is a new song! Why do you know it"

also uh. Synchronised hip thrusting while facing each other at the end of the song. Yeah. Jfc remember you're on a stage, guys

Jan either messed up the opening of Demoni or his guitar gave out for a hot second but he was wearing a very oops expression

Jan grasped Nace's shoulders during Demoni and I think spoke the words at him? Or said something else? But that wouldn't make sense? Nace nodded and patted Jan's chest in turn

Got the Demoni scream

PiJano Padam. Bojan looked really tired during that song. Jfc get this man to take a break

Intense staring at each other at the beginning of Umazane until Nace said something to Jan and then both grinned and Nace wandered off

Nace was pretty silly at the start of the karaoke bit and like. gestured at Jan theatrically and then mimed falling over. Dork

We got the OG OG Umazane Misli chorus. The one Bojan wrote in a hurry the first time they performed it. Made my night -- and Kris's because it's where the very smiley/laughing Kris pics during UM came from

@kurooscoffee/@jokeroutsubs had prepared UNO reserve cards to make the boys sing. Which made the rounds already but gaaah it was !!!!!!

Jan declaiming the verse because "[he] can't sing so [he's] not gonna sing. [He's] gonna interpret it." And interpret he did😂

Nace with the "oh oh" before he started jfc the dork

Jan ducking under Nace's arm to play his bass after he failed to catch Nace's attention to offer, and then just. Going for it.

Nace slinging an arm around Jan

Nace singing "morning smells like you" right at Jan while Jan keeps looking up at him from playing chords on Nace's bass

Kris "Jan! Play, play the melody, I need the harmony!" (and Jan did)

god we need more Kris singing plssss

Kris sang the verse mostly at Nace

Jure going "oooh fuck!" and not knowing the entire lyrics 😂😂 Jance this and Jance that, but that made my night

I didn't see Bojan at barricade cheering his band mates on but he was and just. Gah. It was such a wholesome thing I hate them

Nace posed for pictures with a silly expression, and then Jance posed for a combined heart for someone

Plastika saw Bojan caress Nace and then hug Jan from behind (no choking tho)

During Novi Val, Jance stood off to the side being Jance for quite a while, while Jure had his hand weirdly on Bojan's back?

They looked really exhausted by the end which. Mood.

Post gig:

The venue had a scrolling LED screen that scrolled "Everybody's Waiting At The Ball" (thanks, Kris, for the restory!)

Had a chat with Dean (lovely) and JC Stewart (also lovely) and learned that JC and Conor used to live together which is why JC was out with Conor to be introduced to the boys (allegedly before Christmas, though JC wasn't 100%)

hung around the gate after the show even though it was pretty clear they wouldn't say hi, but it gave us a chance to see Mark (who'd surprised the boys with a visit) as he was waiting for someone to let him off the venue grounds. "Well, they'll have to open this at some point, they ordered McDonald's!"

Spoiler: they did not open the gate for McDonalds. Primož tried to scale it, which almost worked but looked dangerous, and so the delivery person threw it over the top. It was a spectacle

by that point, Mark had been let out the old-fashioned way though

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

joker out in oslo 17/03 gig report time! this is long so under a read more. have some footage from my terrible phone and not very good angle :)

while waiting in the queue we were right next to the door and they all came past us to get in. vita, damon, and a woman i assume is sadie sink (with a big suitcase) got locked out and waited for ages and were joined by nace, bojan, and jure. jan came on his own a few minutes later and was also locked out.

regnvær and hearts were really good! at one point, the lead singer of regnvær started playing a song in the wrong key on his guitar and took three tries to get it right. the lead singer of hearts kept saying "yoker out" in a strong swedish accent. they both knocked over mic stands as well it was very chaotic

the security guard was VIBING to the dj between acts it was so funny! he sang along to barbie girl what an icon

now the actual show:

my first thoughts as they came on stage: holy fuck jan is beautiful. NACE GLASSES! bojan's outfit?!?!?!

the stage was too small for the cool props and i couldn't see jure most of the time sadly

bojan did a whole speech about how he'd learnt how to say hello/good day in norwegian (god dag) and joked about it sounding like good dog, and he patted nace while saying it

at one point, nace was at the front of stage and jan came up behind him and pretended to try to push him off and they had a little mock fight while playing it was adorable!! yeah they janced a lot... every time they looked at each other they couldn't stop grinning or making faces at each other

lots of really good krisjan and krisnace moments tonight as well! kris sidled up to nace in ona and jan got in the way again but this time to play with kris. other than this i didn't really see much of kris though

someone get bojan some glasses because every time he tried to read a sign in the crowd he squinted so hard

before vkv someone had a sign that said they'd ask out their crush if they played padam and bojan said he would as kiki gave him his guitar. then they were like 'oh i've asked them out now' and bojan joked about not needing to play padam anymore. and he played the chorus but doesn't actually know it so got some of the chords wrong and it was awesome and very funny! then he dedicated vkv to them and said 'i hope your date goes better than that'.

in behind those eyes, jan and nace did a super slow version of their mating dance circling each other. i had wanted bluza but you can tell they really love playing behind those eyes so i still really enjoyed it

bojan dedicated omamljeno telo to a friend from primary school who'd flown from slovenia and had been a fan before joker out actually formed!

nace's glasses flew off in the middle of omamljeno telo right before jan's solo and bojan put them back on for him agdjafhkl

bojan couldn't keep his hands off nace in plastika as usual

bojan did the kakaka in carpe diem like he used to! but jure didn't come out at the end of it and they didn't do the hearts! it was very sad

it was someone's birthday and bojan sang a cute improvised happy birthday to them during umazane misli

literally the whole first half of umazane misli was jan and nace messing around - jan put a tiny fake hand on one of his guitar's tuning pegs and nace high fived it twice. he was turning in to nace to show him the hand and nace turned his bass upright and started playing it like that?

nace and jan just. lay down. in the um karaoke??? and started playing from the floor? NACE FLOWER CROWN! when he sat up and i could see him again i nearly had a heart attack istg.

the tiny fake hands made another appearance while bojan was introducing novi val and jure, nace, and jan all took turns stroking each other's faces with them it was so funny! nace stroked kris with one at one point. jan and nace did a high five with them too!

no pijano tonight sadly. but holy shit jan looks ethereal playing guitar i totally get why nace looks at him all the time lmao

anyway it was awesome and i had an amazing time!!

[maximumdante]

first time JO girlie here. how would you "tl;dr"/describe the guys' personalities and stuff and their dynamics? (also jance kinda 👀🌈❓

A LITTLE NECESSARY DISCLAIMER, THIS IS A PERSONAL OPINION, I DON'T KNOW THEM AND I AM NOT ASSUMING ANYTHING.

Joker Out as a band offers a lot interesting dynamics.

Singularly, Bojan is extrovert and easy going, Kris is very practical and well organised, Jan is clever and living in his own little world, Jure is a crazy Golden Retriever and practical as well (Kris abt organising, Jure abt doing working stuff I'd say) and Nace is calm and gentle.

The most interesting bonds for me are the ones Kris/Nace, Nace/Jan and Bojan/Kris.

- Kris and Nace reminds me the typical "older and younger brother" relationship. You can see how all of them count on Nace. He's the oldest, the calmest and despite Kris having proved many times he's extremely mature and better organised than the others, we all need someone to look up to and to lean on;

-Bojan and Kris, they are two faces of a medal. Completely opposite from each other and yet so complementary. Maybe Bojan sometimes can be so annoying Kris would kill him, but he also would definitely kill for him;

-Jan and Nace: well well well. That's complex. Jan is extremely clever and like many intelligent ppl he's also extremely shy and introvert. No wonder he was sus when Nace joined. So is mesmerising how Jan nowadays leans on him. We are so used to see them on stage but what do we really know about them behind the scenes? Very few info and this actually make a little mysterious. Also I know their astp performances are spoken in advance but if you think about it, it's mainly when Jan has his guitar with him he becomes more open, somehow braver;

-Jan and Jure; the craziest. Lock them in a room and you will hear an explosion. I love them so much, they are literally the opposite of Nace and Kris friendship.

Jance space: Well, I think the majority of us see Jan to be queer coded and I think he's sincerely fascinated by Nace (SAME BRO) and and and... Bojan surprised face in Tampere was genuine during whatever the fuck they were doing so let's say if something will ever happen... I won't be that surprised.

[graysanatimony]

So I did a thing, I’ve got a quote book of shit me and my friends said and I decided to put joker out as some of the quotes…some are very inaccurate but yeah. If it’s got a * beside it I’ve got an explanation for my thoughts at the end

under the cut cause that shit long

If there is like no space between a group of quotes it means it was one conversation 

Jure- Jan I’m pregnant and your the father, and so is Nace, you both owe me child support

Bojan- just wanted to know before I said something about Jesus being a femboy

Nace - how in the span of 5 minutes have we talked about a racist tortoise, shoving things up our asses and several men

Bojan-that thing in there makes your titties move

Kris- shit, my ass (repeated many times)

Kris-stop you absolute wankers (said to children many times)*

Jure/bojan- I thought you were gonna say chess is racist

Kris- HOW IS CHESS RACIST

Jure/bojan- cause it’s black and white

Kris- but how is it racist

Jure/bojan- HOW IS IT ABOUT 9/11

Nace-excuse me are you saying your dick is bigger than mine?**

Jure/bojan- I have formed an emotional attachment to my penis

Nace-can you stop looking at hot men for five minutes 

Jan-I really need to get rainbow thigh highs***

Kris-it’s not about the destination it’s about the journey and the twinks you meet along the way 

Nace-ah yes the pipeline Jan, kris, Jesus****

Jan-it’s not bad just slightly sexual

Jure-by the logic of the pipeline that man is Jesus 

Jure- we should name the worm bojan cause he’s gonna be smashed by everyone*****

Kris-my priorities are satanism and ass

Bojan-for some reason my brain went galec Baldwin 

Bojan-can’t even walk around a corner without being bombarded by balls

Jure?-does comfort break mean piss

Kris-it’s not your fault you have no bitches******

Jan-everything comes back to dick

Bojan/jure-I LIKED ONE SEX JOKE THAT WAS FUNNY AND NOW ITS ALL DICK PUSSY AND GAY SEX

Bojan- it must be from when I was leaning over the railing, fucking kris

Nace-what is with you and fucking people’s mums as of recent*******

Nace-can you be social and stop looking at hot men for five minutes********

Jan- my brain isn’t working at the moment it’s just full of men*********

Kris- I don’t want your dick

(Probably drunk)Bojan- Do I get to keep my dick

Kris- you can keep your dick

explainations

*I think he would have learnt wankers from Damon or something and would have started using it 

**I’ve seen the hung Nace stuff and that is what made me think he would say that, this is what made me actually to do this as well

***in one of the welcome to the backstage edited things I did I said that Jan saying about getting a pink jacket reminded me of the rainbow thigh highs thing, this is part of the rainbow thing highs thing but no explanation for context cause I don’t feel like giving context

****Jan and kris just happen to start with the same letters as the original names so I said them

*****the name was not changed for this, the worm was named Bojan, I have no idea is he is still with us, probably not though

******kris “just says shit” guštin™

*******dadce

********dadce pt2

*********I have no idea what I wanted to say about this one and I can’t be bothered removing the asterisks 

[technicallycleverdetective]

For the kissy thing: Jance & 23? ☺️

Thank you very much for the prompt, my friend :) I hope you enjoy.

23…in relief.

Jan’s name appears on his phone and he sighs, more relieved than anything. Jan is always late to everything. It’s a well-known fact and not something to resent him over. Everyone else’s timekeeping just changes a little to accommodate him. Nevertheless, twenty minutes is a reasonable amount of time to wait. Forty-five minutes is starting to stretch the limits of patience and Nace was starting to get concerned.

“It’s Jan,” he announces to the room.

“Finally! Tell him he better have a good excuse this time,” Kris orders. Nace picks up the call.

“Hello,” he says cheerfully.

“Hi.”

He can tell at once that something isn’t right. “Are you okay, love?”

“Sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” Kris gives him a look to indicate his disagreement. “Are you on the way?”

“Don’t be worried,” Jan says, which instantly worries him. “But I’m in the hospital.”

“What? What’s happened? Are you okay?”

“I got hit by a car. It was only a bump,” Jan adds quickly. “They made me come and get checked though.”

“Of course they did. What hospital are you in? We’re on the way.”

“He’s in a hospital?” Bojan yelps.

“University Medical Center. And seriously, Nace, don’t worry. I’m fine.”

There’s no point in saying that of course he’s going to worry. “Alright, I’ll try not to.”

As soon as he hangs up, he’s swamped with questions. “He was hit by a car, he’s in the hospital, I don’t know if he’s hurt or not, but he’s awake and talking at least. Let’s go.”

Jan is clearly not in a critical condition and there’s no reason to be unduly fearful, but nevertheless Jure takes over driving duties, and the front desk staff look very alarmed at the sight of four men barging through their doors and trying to talk over each other in search of their missing friend. They are directed to the end of a long corridor, around a corner and a little further to find the room with four beds where Jan is sitting, apparently unharmed except for the sling on his left arm.

Nace reaches him first and hugs him carefully, mindful of the sling, and is swiftly followed by the other four.

“Are you okay?”

Jan shakes his head. “I broke my arm.”

“Shit,” Kris stares at the sling. “Anything else?”

“What else is worse? I can’t fucking do anything for six weeks? What am I meant to do?”

Kris and Bojan have a silent conversation.

“We’ll rally around,” Kris declares. “We can make a rota to make sure one of us is always staying over to help out, if you want us to. We’ve handled illness and injury before.”

“Not like this! I can’t hold a guitar.”

“We’ll find a session musician,” Bojan says calmly. This doesn’t please Jan, who lets out a disgusted groan and buries his face in Nace’s shoulder.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“No,” Jan’s muffled voice replies. “That’s the thing, it doesn’t hurt at all, but the X-ray said there’s a fracture.”

“Mr Jan Peteh?”

They all look towards the door as a nurse walks in, stops short at the sight of them and then looks around. “I’m sorry, I must have the wrong room.”

She doubles back, looks at a chart outside the door and then comes back in. “Are you Mr Jan Peteh?”

“Yes.”

Her confusion does not vanish. “Were you brought in because you fell down the stairs?”

“I was hit by a car.”

“Hold on.” She walks out again. The guys look at each other and Kris tentatively takes a step back.

“Maybe I’ll go see what that’s about.”

He returns a minute later, just ahead of the nurse. “Hello again, I’m terribly sorry. I think your X-ray has been mixed up with someone else’s. You’re the Jan Peteh who was struck by a vehicle, correct?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yes, your X-ray came back totally fine. You should have been discharged an hour ago.”

“Really? What about the other guy?”

“We need to call him back immediately. I’ll go and find someone to cut that bandage off you and then you can go home.”

She marches out briskly.

“What kind of incompetence-?” Kris begins, but the rest of his sentence is cut off by Jan gripping Nace by the collar and pulling him in for an enthusiastic hug.

“I haven’t broken my arm,” he says excitedly.

“No, you haven’t.”

“I can still play!”

Nace smiles and wraps his arms around him, kissing his temple and lingering for a bit longer over the warm skin, just as a reminder that Jan is here and safe.

[moreofthatdrowse]

JO Survey: What's the best thing about the band?

There were too many good answers in the questions with open answers in my Joker Out Survey, so below the cut are the answers to Question no. 13: What's the best thing about the band?

Bojan

✨everything✨ but mainly how comfortable they are around each other and in their sexuality/masculinity, and also their unique personalities, their humor, the music...

Can I say Kris? Ok honestly I love their music, their fashion style (especially how they incorporate femininity into their looks while still being masculine), but I think I love their friendship the most. It's so nice to see them being physically affectionate in such a casual and carefree way, it makes me so happy. And Kris singing, yes yes (I don't really care if he sings in Dutch or not, as long as he sings, but Dutch would be nice as I have been learning the language since before Eurovision). But I will be starting to learn Slovenian hopefully soon.

Their interactions within themselves and with the fans

they seem like genuinely good people and the fame hasnt gotten into their head. they are very mature for balkan guys their age (at leat the 3 of them that are young) while also being fun and not apologising for the fun just i am amazed by them ok?

SO MUCH I mean like of course their music but I think more than anything it's their clear bond and how comfortable with each other they are. and also it's so endearing to see how they interact and joke around and clearly are the closest friends irl and just. oh my gosh. it fills my heart <3

Just the melodies, plain and simple. They somehow remind me of the music scene in my country in the early 2000s. Feels familiar and fresh at the same time.

How happy they are together (whether performing or not)

Their closeness or comfort with each other (their chemistry)

Everything

They're all crazy and they're cool with that. Also, whatever they have going on 👀👀👀

So positive, really nice songs and daddylike for such young guys

JAN!!!

I love the music. That’s still the best part

Their interaction with eachother

They are such positive and genuinely good guys without a smidge of toxic masculinity in them. Also they make banger music.

They are all very sincere, so each time it's a joy seeing them interact with fans/crew/each other. I mean, they're also very talented (i really wanna pick Jan's and Jure's brains on some subjects. oh! and talk with Bojan about languages :D), but sincereness is really a breath of fresh air! And I really love how well they mesh together and complement each other. Like Bojan said in one interview, adding new person to the band, you don't know if it's gonna disturb the equilibrium, you're gonna either make it or break it. But then with Nace they fucking soared, so. Um. Yeah:)

they have lovely personalities

Their presence on stage is otherworldly

Lovely people

Music, how nice and honest they seem, and the vibes they're sending

They're not scared of being affectionate with each others, it's very nice to see a group of adult men do that, because it's very rare to see. My heart melts with love every time I see photos/videos of any band members (or past band members, I'm including Martin here) hugging or kissing or overall being tactile with eachother.

Their awesome music!

It's so clear that they're all there because they want to be, that they care about the music and care about each other

Love how affectionate they r with each other. I need to start a band just to goof around like they do

they are so sweet and they seem like just a bunch of idiot friends making music together <3

Everything

The hijinks and their interactions w/ each other

The fact that they are painfully relatable and 'normal', and yet so humbly superior in everything they do and have achieved so far. The boys are on another level of talent and intellect.

How kind and supportive they are of each other <3

They're icons and they're good ones

Jure

THE TALENT oh my god the timing on the guitars and the basslines are mental like i'm a bassist and tried a few songs by ear and i just COULDNT. nace what do they feed bassists over in slovenia please

THEY'RE fun and friendly lol - I love how much they care for each other

Other than their music, their stylist is fantastic and I’m a big fan

they're just awesome, as people and musicians, love their friendships

They are fun and seem like nice dudes

Their friendship

I guess we can say we love them for their music and for showing the opposite of toxic masculinity <3

QUESTIONS 1-11 I QUESTION 12 I QUESTION 13 I QUESTION 14

[mogoce-nocoj]

Something Kris-centric, idk, something fluffy about the holiday they're on or something? Sorry it's kinda vague

Btw I'm sure you'll do great, good luck:)

you got it! something fluffy about the boys trying (and failing) to help Kris relax. gen, no pairing, just a silly holiday thing. thank you ❤️

Thailand is beautiful. Kris knows this — he has, after all, been one of the first to suggest it as their destination. He has been here before, they all have. And it's been good, really good if he's being honest. There's just this one thing that has been forming in this mind the day they got here — the guys are up to something.

It starts pretty much innocuously. It's their first evening and they're all at the pool doing what can be called lounging. That is, holding their feet into the cool water, catching the sunset and sipping on drinks. (Longeros, huh, Jan? Bojan would probably tease if he were here. Which he isn't. But that's a story for another time.)

Kris himself is lying on a deck chair, phone in hand, with his head finally empty. Trying to catch the perfect shot of when the setting sun hits the water, he nearly doesn't notice when Jure comes up to him, his bare feet nearly noiseless on the lush grass beneath them. 

What he does hear, however, is the “Kris!” that is half-whispered and half-shouted into his ear. Startled, he nearly drops his phone and wheels around to stare directly into Jure's grinning face. 

“Can you maybe, like, not do that?”

“Sorry.” Jure shrugs and really doesn't look sorry at all. “I was just wondering if you wanted something to drink? Mark is trying to make those new cocktails and he was asking around if anyone wants to try them.”

Kris raises one of his eyebrows. “And you don't want to?” 

“Ah, my beer is still mostly full and Jan and Nace are trying to do something with the pineapples they got from the market. I'm not actually sure if they want to eat them, right now it looks more like they're playing some sort of game where they're trying to hit it with a stick or something?” 

What the fuck, Kris's mind helpfully supplies and he turns around to witness how Jan masterfully manages to decapitate the poor pineapple with one hit of — oh my god, is that a knife tied to a tree branch!? Nace behind him is only nodding appreciatively, one hand on his shoulder like some kind of teacher. 

Kris decides that he will not think of the dangers this could pose to any of their limbs because he's on holiday and Mama-Krisko also needs her break, thank you very much. 

“Anyway,” Jure continues, not bothered at all. “I didn't want to interrupt whatever they're doing, so. Drinks?” 

And yeah, Kris does, actually, want one. (To be honest, there's no one else whom he'd trust more with the drinks than Mark whose eye for photography miraculously also translates to an eye for measuring ingredients. Well, he'd probably trust Nace, too. But not right now.)

“Sure,” he shrugs, yawning. “I'll just wait until the sunset is over —” 

“No worries,” Jure interrupts, smiling. “I'll get it for you.”

And, huh. Kris's narrowed eyes follow him as he makes his way back towards the bar. Because it's not that Jure isn't usually helpful when it comes to these kinds of things except — well, he isn't. His clumsy nature usually leads him to spill more drinks than actually drink out of them and normally they've developed a kind of routine that prevents Jure from carrying any sort of glasses filled with liquid. 

This time, however, everything seems to work out fine. Without any problems Jure returns to him with a perfectly nice longdrink in his hand. It's even decorated with a little umbrella and a cut pineapple piece next to it (Kris dimly hopes that this one wasn't a victim of Jan and Nace's shenanigans.)

He thanks Jure who salutes him before bouncing off to join Mark behind the bar. Sipping on his drink, he turns his attention back to the sunset and realises that he has missed the golden moment of the sun hitting the water — but then again, he thinks, enjoying the cool taste of alcohol on his tongue and the warm air around him, he could get used to this. There surely will be other opportunities in the future. 

*

The other thing happens the next day when they're choosing a movie to watch for the evening. They all want to watch something different, all in varying moods, indecisively scrolling through various streaming platforms. 

“We should watch Footloose,” Kris suggests jokingly, knowing very well that Jan would rather watch anything else than something like Footloose. (Kris, however, enjoys the silliness of it. When you're living a life such as this one, hectic and stressful and sometimes just overwhelming, you learn to enjoy movies with ridiculous premises such as this one.)

Jan, however, only gives him a mild look.

“Sure,” he agrees, shrugging. “Why not.”

Wait, what. 

Kris blinks at him. When Jan doesn't say anything, only moving to make room for Kris on the couch, he doesn't question it, wordlessly starting the film. 

Later, when the movie is finished and Kris suggests heading to bed early so that they can maybe take a day trip tomorrow, they all nod without any opposition. Kris only looks after them in confusion as they head off to their respective rooms because it's never as easy as that. 

Yeah. Something is definitely wrong.

*

“Okay,” he starts the next morning during breakfast. “Something's not right and I need to know what.”

Three pairs of eyes stare at him in confusion. Kris tuts once, placing one of his hands on his table while first pointing to Jure. 

“You usually avoid bringing me things that can break easily like the plague. And now you've been bringing me drinks for two days — and managed to not drop even one of them. What's up with that?” 

Jure only stares at him, clearly not knowing what to say.  

“And you,” he turns to Jan and Nace, “have been eerily agreeable whenever I said something. Like, I'm not surprised about Nace because he's the only one with any kind of sense here but Jan? You didn't even complain when I forced you to watch Footloose. And you hate cheesy romances like that.”

They all stay silent. The cogs in Kris's head keep turning until — 

He pales.

“Oh my god, has something happened back home? Is that your way of easing me in before delivering the information?” 

For one hysterical moment he thinks that the only news that could be so bad that they needed to distract him from it is that they need to reschedule all the upcoming tour dates because god forbid something has happened to Bojan, or any other of their crew members for that matter, or there's been a problem with some venue —

Nace puts his hands on his shoulder, eyes wide with concern. “Everything's fine, stop spiralling.”

Kris exhales once, focusing on Nace's grounding touch. 

“We just —” Nace hesitates. Jan shoots him an encouraging look. “We just wanted to — do something good for you.”

What. 

Kris raises his eyebrows critically. “You what?” 

“Yeah.” Jan nods, emphasising Nace's words. “Because of, y'know. The past few weeks.”

“Because of all the stuff you had to do,” Jure supplies, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Like, Finland with Bojan and Jere wasn't easy and then Stožice, and you've been doing so much — so we wanted to, uh. Help you relax.”

“Ah.” Kris blinks at them, head suddenly empty. “You wanted to help me relax. By bringing me drinks? And — agreeing with me?” 

All three of them shrug. 

“Did it help?” Jure asks, curious.

And Kris considers this because he actually has enjoyed the last few days. The drinks and the attentiveness and the feeling that people are listening to him. But then again, there's just been this wrongness in the air, too, because as much as Kris likes it when people listen to him, he also likes it when people argue with him and speak their mind and — hm. 

“Kinda?” He decides eventually. “But I had this inkling that — something was wrong. Because — huh.” He hesitates. “I liked it but I didn't like that it felt that you were deliberately trying to — to do something. Like, something you normally wouldn't do.”

He sighs, closing his eyes. 

“Can't you just be — normal.”

When he opens his eyes again, Nace is looking at him with an affectionate look in his eyes. 

“Sure.”

Jan next to him nods. 

“You got it, Krisko.” Jure leans in closer, squeezing his shoulders. “You know that we love you, right?” 

“Yeah,” he says, fondly looking at all of them. “I love you, too.”

[the-golden-hoodie-official]

Spy (Bojan/Kris/Jure | Jan/Nace)

“Do you think they’re together?” Kris draws a card, looking at Jure as he puts 2 cards in the middle. Jure only nods along and he looks at Bojan.

“Who?”

“Jan and Nace, duh.” Jure chuckles at how clueless Bojan is or maybe he was too focused on the game.

“Maybe. It’s not like we want an invitation, right?” Bojan shrugs, taking a card, but then puts all the cards in his hand in front of him, calling it quit.

“I’m bored. Can we do something else?” Easily distracted as he is, Bojan wasn’t in the mood. Seems like the other 2 are also not in the mood.

“C’mere.” Bojan whispers, pulling Kris close to him. Capturing the guitarist’s lips on his. The love/hate tension between Bojan and Kris is the most obvious thing. That’s the 2nd elephant in the room after the whole JaNace thing. Jure, on the other hand, is uncertain. Sure, he has taste, just no preference in general.

“Idiot.” Kris mumbles at the feeling of being snogged by Bojan before the singer moves to the drummer, giving him the same thing.

“Jurček…”

“Yes, Bojč?” Jure giggles, running his hair on Bojan’s silky-smooth hair, deepening the kiss. Kris’ fleet movement locking the door before joining the game. The last thing they need on the bucket list is getting caught, mostly by the crews.

“Fuck. We don’t need these fucking clothes.” Huffing. Bojan quickly takes off his clothes, ditching them on the floor and the other follows.

Bojan certainly has an eye on both of them and not even attempting to hide it.

Sitting on Kris’ lap, Bojan savours his lips, pushing his tongue into Kris’ mouth. Jure sits next to Kris, taking control of Kris and Bojan at the same time. The drummer certainly has taste.

The more Bojan moans, the hornier he is, and the more he needs cocks in his mouth, quenching his thirst.

Kris has extra length. Jure is thicker and veiny. Gosh, Bojan couldn’t deny this feeling. Kneeling in front of them both, Bojan holds their cocks, simultaneously jerking and sucking them off. The salty and tangy taste had a war in his mouth. Sucking their shafts isn’t cutting it, Bojan sucks their balls, giving them the best of his tongue.

“Goddamn, Bojan.” There’s no God here, just Bojan. Kris could moan all day all night for Bojan wrapping his mouth around his cock.

“Hngh… Oh! Ohhh! F-Fuck!!!” Yep. That’s the spot. Jure moans the loudest when Bojan plays with his tip.

Jure pulls Kris to him as his hand latches on those nipples, making them hard. The harder Jure pinches his nipples, the more Kris moans, and the more Bojan gets entertained. Everything is a win-win here.

“Fuck… Fuck… Jure… Eat my ass, now. ” Kris couldn’t hold it anymore and he wants Jure to eat his ass. He knows who can get this done perfectly.

Aligning their position on the couch, Kris gets in the middle of Bojan and Jure. Usually, Kris bitching up about things, but now, he takes it as it is. Bojan has his cock sucked by Kris is heaven on earth. Seeing the twinkling in Kris’ eyes is what Bojan wants and he savours it.

“Hngh… Ohhh, J-Jure…” Moaning. Kris wants more than just this. He doesn’t want Jure to just lick and suck him like this. Kris wants Jure to devour him.

“K-Kris… Oh, F-Fuck! That’s it, Krisko!” Bojan throws his head back, groaning and moaning, Bojan ascends to heaven just now; Kris knows where Bojan’s golden spot is and takes advantage of it. It was just a moment away before they took it to the next level.

“I hope Jure likes these bomboloni. I bought various fillings.” Nace looks at the box of bomboloni inside the plastic bag and Jan argues that Jure will eat whatever flavours the doughnuts are, as long as the foods aren't spoiled.

Back to the arena. The band still has around 90 minutes before the show and mostly, the crews are in the main arena, only some around backstage, but nowhere near the changing area.

“Hngh! F-f-fuck. F-fuck me, Maček.” It was Nace who heard noises and it came from behind the locked door. That’s their main lounging room.

The door doesn’t budge. Nace bows to peek from the keyhole and his body gets electrocuted instantly; he sees the other 3 members having a threesome and is frozen mid-track.

“What did you see, Nace?” Jan asks and pushes him aside, peeking at the keyhole and not expecting the sight that sends a chill down his spine. The sight of those guys having a threesome is something he didn’t expect.

Jan enjoys the sight a bit too much that he won’t avert his gaze. His concentration was broken when Nace laid a hand on his rear, rubbing him.

“Nace?” Shh. This isn’t the time to talk. Nace puts the snack on those stacked boxes and drags Jan to the nearest room. Nace doesn’t give a shit what room he enters, as long as nobody’s there, it’ll be fine.

“N-Nace, no. T-the others.” Does Jan ever shut up? If he can’t then Nace will do it. Pushing the younger guy against the wall, Nace feverishly kissed Jan, pushing his tongue inside his mouth, pressing his shoulders as a hand going under, unbuckling his belt.

Clink. Belt’s off, pants off. Nace doesn’t need any barrier now. He turns Jan’s body, roughly pulling Jan’s boxers down, freeing his straining cock. Jan quietly begs Nace to slow down but goes unheard.

“I know you want this, don’t deny it.”

“You weren’t peeking, Jan. You were watching.” Nace growls in his ear, getting him turned on even more. Pressing a hand on the wall and the other one jerking himself, Jan hears Nace unbuckling his pants too, feeling that cock tip touching his bare ass now.

“Hngh!” Jan holds back his voice from Nace fingering his ass; the man doesn’t doubt pushing 3 fingers inside him instantly. The feeling of being penetrated by those fingers makes Jan craves for that thick, meaty cock.

“Fucking use your spit, Nace. I don’t give a fuck.” Couldn’t bear it any longer, Jan already demands Nace to take it to the next stage. Kneeling behind Jan, Nace gives his ass hole some good lick, coating him with saliva before he spits on his own cock, giving it a nice jerk.

“Oh, fuck… S-so tight… Hrngh!” Nace thrusts his cock into Jan fully, receiving a sharp hiss from the guitarist. He knows Nace is a monster in the sack, but in this position, it feels way bigger than before.

“Hold on.” Nace kisses Jan’s neck, easing him up. Hands-on the waist, Nace holds Jan close and tight to him as he starts fucking him. Fuck, that felt so good for Nace. Maybe spying wasn’t a bad thing, after all.

In the supply closet, dark and tight-spaced, Jan and Nace get themselves off because of their friends. They started it and it needs to be finished. Jan strokes his hard, leaking cock and his hand on the wall moves underneath his shirt, playing with his nipples. He wants more and more.

“Just like that, Jan. Touch yourself.”

“Maybe we can invite Jure next, eh? That blonde is something else. It’s a huge fucking lie if both Jan and Nace deny about having an eye for Jure. There’s just something about the blonde drummer that they can’t explain.

Yes, they want Jure to be part of this too. No way denying it.

“Hngghhh… Hnghhh… Hngghhhh… Hrngh! Hngh! F-f-fuckkk…” Jan’s eyes are wide open, he feels Nace just come inside him, filling up his ass with a thick rope of cum. It’ll surely leak through his boxers later in the show.

“Turn around.” Nace orders Jan to turn around and he takes that dripping cock right into his mouth, sucking him for a solid minute until he comes.

In the other room, Bojan, Kris, and Jure had just done releasing their pent-up feelings or lust, to be exact. They hear a faint moaning behind the wall; that’s Jan’s voice, no doubt of mistaking it.

“Jan, is that you?” Kris knocks on the thin wall. The supply closet is right next to their lounging room and they can definitely hear a voice behind the wall. No, not voice, voices .

“I guess they heard us? Jure chuckles, fixing his pants and Bojan and Kris hold their laugh.

“Goddamn, did someone release a stink bomb here?” Nace groans, moving his fingers in front of his face, whisking away the certain smell.

“Ooohhh! My bombolini!” Jure snatched the box right off Nace’s hand and took a bite of the food. Jan winks at Jure as he drinks his water.

Yep. They know umazane was fucking mislied here.

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(in case tumblr ate it) jance, 17 🥰

yes it seems it did😔 here's what i was going to reply to you haha

tysm for your request jo 💜💜💜 i really enjoyed writing it!

also posted to ao3 here

He may not have known him for very long, but Jan has never seen Nace this nervous before. Yes, he had been shy when they first met (though Jan was shyer), yes he had been on edge before his first gig with them, yes he’d been quiet in the studio while they were recording Carpe Diem. Now, though, he isn’t tense and reticent, as he usually is when he’s anxious. No; he’s pacing up and down in the heavy silence of the RTV’s dressing room wringing his hands, jumping every time any of the others say or do anything, fiddling with the hem of his jacket, smoothing down his hair obsessively. These are nervous tics Jan has never seen from him before and it’s making him restless too. Watching Nace, he is filled with the urge to go over and wrap him in a crushing hug, as though he can leech away all his stress and anticipation with one touch.

Jan is used to taking comfort in Nace’s presence. He knows too that Nace takes comfort in him. They’ve been slowly exploring the something between them for the past few months, unable to hold back despite the knowledge that entering a relationship with a bandmate can get messy. He doesn’t want to rush things, doesn’t want to rock the boat, to overstep a boundary and cause an explosion. But he can’t sit here and watch Nace get more and more wound up with nerves just as they’re meant to go on stage.

Before he’s quite decided what the plan is, Jan suddenly finds himself standing. The other four all turn to face him and he almost shrinks under the combined weight of their attention, but he’s desperate for a moment alone with Nace, so he steels himself and gestures vaguely at Bojan, Kris, and Jure.

“You three, out,” he says abruptly, not quite able to make eye contact with any of them. He expects some kind of resistance, perhaps from Bojan, but they all obey him without a word, and he watches them leave in his peripheral vision from where he’s looking at the floor. There are a few brief moments after the door swings closed behind Kris in which neither Jan nor Nace say anything, and then Jan turns around. 

Nace looks somehow even more nervous now it’s just the two of them; he’s holding onto the back of the chair next to him as though he might fall over without its support. At the sight of him, Jan no longer has any qualms about what is needed and he crosses the floor without a word to gather Nace into his arms. Nace relaxes into him immediately, holding him tightly back, tipping his head down so his forehead is resting on Jan’s shoulder. They stand like this for several minutes, impossibly close and yet not close enough. Jan hopes that Nace is as calmed and reassured by the contact, by Jan’s warmth and familiar smell, as Jan is by him. He only loosens his grip when Nace stops shaking and steps back far enough that they can see each other’s faces, though he keeps his arms slung around Nace’s neck so he can’t pull too far away.

“Want to talk about it?”

Nace opens his mouth to answer but can’t find the words. Jan doesn’t interrupt, just gives Nace time to formulate what he’s trying to say. It takes a few long minutes, but eventually Nace is able to articulate himself. “It’s the first project I’ve worked on with you guys,” he says slowly, eyes downcast. “What if the fans don’t like my influence on your sound? What if they don’t think I fit your image?”

Jan leans in and bumps his forehead reassuringly against Nace’s. “Fuck the fans,” he says lowly, and it startles a laugh out of Nace. The sound makes something twist in Jan’s stomach. He loves hearing Nace laugh, loves the way he has so much joy to share and isn’t afraid of expressing it. “I mean it,” he repeats. “We like the way you create with us, we love this song. If our current fans don’t like it or don’t like you, then fuck them; we’ll make plenty of new fans through Eurovision.” 

Neither of them are as ambitious as Bojan and Kris are regarding fame or global exposure, but they all decided to go on this journey knowing that was the plan. Jan’s always been in it for the music; the unparalleled joy of creating music, those magical moments on stage when he becomes the music. But he can’t let Nace be afraid of their Eurovision journey before it’s even started.

Nace is still anxious and Jan can tell. He wants to address the other question Nace had posed, to reassure him, but now it’s his turn to be tongue tied and nervous. He wants to tell Nace how attractive he is, how his smile makes Jan’s heart skip a beat, that he wants to map Nace’s skin with his tongue and teeth, that he’s desperate to learn how to take him apart with just a few touches. But they’re taking it slow, trying not to rush into things, even though Jan knows his traitorous heart isn’t listening to reason.

So he does the only thing he can to ensure his tongue won’t betray his feelings; he steps back into Nace’s personal space and kisses him fiercely.

No matter how many times they kiss, Jan knows he will never tire of it. His entire universe at this moment is the heat of Nace’s mouth, the taste of him, the way he’s threading his fingers through Jan’s hair and sliding a hand down his back to pull him closer. Nace is pliant under Jan’s hands and tongue, willing to cede all control and let Jan do what he wants to him, and what Jan wants is to take him apart, to make him forget all traces of his nervousness for their upcoming performance. But they’re in their shared dressing room, where their bandmates or frankly anyone else could walk in, and as desperately as he wants to let go of all his inhibitions, he knows that would be far too reckless, and so, reluctantly, he pulls away. They’re both panting and a little unsteady on their feet, and Jan opens his eyes to take in Nace’s flushed cheeks and kiss-bruised lips. Willpower alone stops him from leaning back in to finish what they’ve started, and he can see clearly in Nace’s face the same desire.

“Was that a good enough distraction?” Jan asks, his voice unexpectedly husky.

“It wasn’t bad,” Nace admits breathlessly, and Jan can hear the smile in his voice. After a few long moments, Nace releases his tight grip on Jan’s shirt and steps back far enough that they can see themselves in the mirror. All Jan can think is that they’re lucky they haven’t gone to hair and make-up yet; they’re both so dishevelled that it’s obvious what they’ve been up to even without any telltale traces of smudged foundation. Nace reaches up to smooth down Jan’s hair again, and Jan leans instinctively into his touch. “I think we’ve got a different problem now,” Nace says wryly, and Jan is inclined to agree. Bojan, Kris, and Jure will surely be back any moment now and they’ll be sent off to hair and make-up; they can only hope their racing hearts will have time to slow before they’re called on stage.