A sem ti povedal (Did I ever tell you)

Chapter 4: Dreams taste like you, the morning smells like you

Sunlight crept through the blinds and Bojan stirred awake, his eyes opening and his gaze immediately falling upon Kris who was still sleeping, his head resting on Bojan’s chest. Bojan’s heart warmed at the sight of Kris’ peaceful form nestled beside him. With a tender smile gracing his lips, Bojan traced his fingers through the soft locks of Kris’ hair delicately. The gesture woke Kris from his slumber, his eyes slowly meeting Bojan’s, a smile mirroring his own spreading across Kris’ face. ‘Good morning,’ Bojan’s voice still sounded hoarse but carried a hint of warmth and affection He leaned forward, pressing his lips upon Kris’ forehead.

Together they made their way to the Kitchen, the cool tiles beneath their bare feet contrasting with the warmth of their bodies. Bojan started to gather the supplies to brew some fresh coffee filling the room with its rich aroma. Kris leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on Bojan. A soft smile tugged on the corner of his mouth as his eyes spotted the lovebite he had left on Bojan’s collarbone yesterday. Unable to resist the desire to touch, Kris reached out his fingers tracing the faint mark. Bojan glanced down at Kris’ touch, his eyes sparked with affection and mischief as he leaned in, lips hovering close to Kris’ ear ‘I think you’ve marked me as yours,’ he whispered, his voice laced with amusement and desire. A surge of warmth flooded Kris’ cheeks, heart quickening at Bojan’s words.

The coffee was done, Bojan poured two mugs, one for himself and the other for Kris. They sat down at the table, facing each other. A wordless acknowledgment of the depth of their connection between them. And so they remained in the kitchen, bathing in the gentle morning light savouring the taste of their coffee and the sweetness of the other, no words needed as they simply cherished the bliss of being together.

Kris had left, to spend Christmas with his family. Bojan would leave for his own parents in a while. But before he would leave he had to sort out one last thing. His phone was on the kitchen table, almost staring at him. He reached for it and drafted a message to Jan. Curious about the orchestrated plan about to leave them alone.

As Jan’s reply popped on his screen, Bojan’s heart skipped a beat. Jan confirmed his suspicion, revealing that he had known about Kris’ secret crush on Bojan from the very beginning. Bojan’s eyes widened as he read the message realizing that their friends had been aware of their desires all along. Jans message continued, expressing congratulations on finally acting on their feelings, sharing words of encouragement and support assuring Bojan that Nace and Jure were very happy for him and Kris. Reading Jan’s words made Bojan’s heart swell. He wasn’t alone in this journey, he had his best friends.

It was new year’s eve, around 9 o'clock the boys went to a lively local bar to drink some beers together. The air was filled with excitement and laughter. A lot of people were out on the street celebrating the coming year. Jure, Nace, Jan, Bojan and Kris sat together enjoying the company around them and sipping from their beers occasionally. They shared stories from their Christmases, the moments spend with their family and loved ones. Kris and Bojan sat next to each other, their fingers entwined showing their deepening connection. As the clock neared 23:30, a collective decision was made to venture outside, joining the throngs of people who had gathered to witness the spectacle of fireworks lighting up the night sky. Excitement buzzed in the air as they made their way through the crowd, finding a spot that offered a panoramic view. The final moments of the year unfolded before them. ‘10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1!’ The crowd erupted into as the clock reached 00:00 ushering in the new year. As the fireworks lit up the night sky with a 1000 different colours Kris and Bojan found themselves drawn to each other, their lips connecting in a sweet kiss. ‘Yeah get him!’ Jure chanted making Bojan laugh into the kiss. He cupped Kris’ cheeks with his hands. ‘Volim te Kris’ He repeated himself making Kris smile. ‘Ik ook van jouw’ he answered in dutch.