#our commentator was down bad for Bojan and Slovenia

[tulisydan]

Hey remember when Joker Out sneaked into the Nordic Party during the Eurovision week and Bojan just… hang out with the Finnish eurovision commentator (xx)

[sparkles-oflight]

Sunny side of London

Hi, yesterday I made some people sad. Have some lighthearted BoKris and JaNce fic.

Thanks @anxious-witch for the proofreading!

Synopsis: Jure has instated a policy that prevents any of the couples from sleeping together. But it's Joker Out, they follow no rules or common sense.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible topics mentioned: sex

The room assignments were simple: Nace with Kris, Jan with Jure, and Bojan alone.

“Let’s keep it like during Eurovision”, Jure proposed “For the sake of my mental health, please”.

Jure knew if the couples were sleeping together, boundaries could easily be crossed. And if one of the couples did, the other would too.

So why not return to the basis? Jan and Jure are great roommates and Nace and Kris are even better – Also, nobody but Guštin himself can handle Bojan’s snoring.

There was a problem, after Stožice, Kris moved in with Bojan, and the two of them had grown used to sleeping together, or at least in the same room, so, the older one was struggling to sleep tonight. He worked all day to get some lyrics out, but nothing. Nada.

Frustrated, he decided to get up to the kitchen, maybe a glass of water would help.

He walked barefoot. Bojan didn’t mind the cold much, but London’s cold was something completely different from Slovenia’s. Luckily for them, they had heating, though he wondered how much the bills would cost them.

Following an orange light to the end of the corridor, he entered the living room which wasn’t empty.

Kris was wrapped up in a blanket scrolling on his phone with headphones on. Quickly he noticed the other's presence and put the objects he was holding aside.

- Trouble sleeping? – he asked.

- Uh, yes. – and Bojan replied.

Kris patted the empty space next to him on the couch, inviting Bojan to join his side. He accepted the request and they cuddled.

- So, what happened?

- Uh. Lyrics. – he sighed – I can’t wrap my head around them.

- Just that?

Bojan didn’t reply. Instead, he turned the tables.

- You? Why are you awake?

Kris looked up and let his body completely rest on the sofa.

- Overwhelmed.

Bojan glanced at the table with an empty tainted wine glass.

- I figured.

A moment went by.

Silence.

Then Bojan decided to look up and also rest his body like Kris.

He looked at the ceiling. Empty, just like his mind.

- What color would you like our ceiling to be?

Kris was confused by Bojan’s question.

- What do you mean?

- When we settle down, what color would you like the ceiling to be?

Kris chuckled. He was slightly flustered at the question.

- White. Like all the ceilings are.

- Why? Why are ceilings white? Why not a cool color!? Like...Orange!

- That’s a warm color.

- Ahaha, funny. – Bojan mocked him – No, but why not?

- Because makes the space look brighter, cleaner, and bigger.

- Oh.

Bojan didn’t say anything again, but then Kris grabbed his chin for their faces to meet.

- When we settle down, you can paint our room any color you want. - He looked at his small brunette who grinned from one ear to the other. - Except orange, what the fuck is wrong with you?

- But I like orange!

- And I like purple.

- That’s your favorite color, it’s different. Mine is pink.

- Then why do you want orange so bad?

- Because it’s your color, Kris.

- W-what? – he muttered.

- It’s your color. It’s the color of the sun, and you brighten my day every day. So, it’s your color.

Kris was left speechless. If he weren’t a bit tipsy, he probably would have mocked Bojan for what he said. Make a snarky remark, a mean comment, tell him is just like a little puppy, but, right now, he wanted to cry at the idea Bojan saw him as the sun.

In fact, Kris was about to cry...

- You are the “Sunny Side of London”, Kris. – ...but Bojan had to make a pun.

Kris planted his hand on Bojan’s face.

- God, you are unbearable. – Bojan licked his hand making Kris flinch – Hey!

- Shush, be quieter, they are asleep.

- We could go to sleep too. – Kris suggested as his hand found its way to Bojan’s chest.

- Together? – he smiled but then flinched as he felt Kris slightly gripping a nipple.

- Together together. Did that turn you on?

- A little.

- Too bad I’m not having sex with you tonight.

- WHY!?

Kris’ lips met Bojan’s.

- Shush, the others are asleep. – he said as he opened his blue eyes to examine his lover’s face.

Bojan was suddenly hit with the realization that he lived with his friends.

- But you know what you could write about? About this. – He kissed him again – About my lips meeting yours – and again – About you falling for me – and again – About the nights we spend together.

Bojan couldn’t even begin to express how happy he gets when he has tipsy Kris kissing him softly and getting to hear the sincerest of Krises.

- You taste like grapes. – Bojan commented.

- And you love it, don’t you?

After a make-out session, the late-night hours were starting to take a toll on them, and they decided to leave for Bojan’s room where the two men would cuddle very closely on a single’s bed.

They didn’t realize that they did wake someone else – Jan.

The tall dark-haired man made sure the coast was clear before going to the room in front of his. He opened the door slowly to see another sleeping man.

He made his way to him and kissed his shoulder, which made him move a little. Jan then whispered in his ear.

- Mister Jordan? – he teased the other.

Nace turned to him, and he opened his eyes slightly. When he noticed it was Jan, he smiled. God, Jan loved his dimples.

- Are you lonely? – he asked.

Nace nodded. He knew Kris wasn’t feeling well and woke up in the middle of the night and he had also heard some noises coming from the living room...Nace was sleepy, but he could still put two and two together.

He opened his arms to Jan who slept next to him for the first time in a while. Nace’s arms were warm against Jan’s body. He felt at home. He met the “Sunny Side of London”.

Jure, on the other hand, was not dumb. The coast is clear for him, time to text a cute bartender he has been talking to since he got to London. He has been with these boys for a while now, he knows Bojan doesn’t sleep when he’s frustrated like this. And he knew for a fact that one way or another they would all end up sleeping with each other.

“Are you by the area?” he asked and after some texting, she dropped by after her shift.

The morning after...nobody said anything. None of them apologized for “breaking the rules” because nobody followed them. And Bojan wrote a new song, so...it’s a win-win situation?

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I don't know what to write here lmao

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