After Effects

Chapter 54. - Girl's Day

I woke up with the sun shining right through the window and into my eyes. I tried to turn around, it was way too early to get up, but a weight on my body stopped me. I looked down at myself to see a certain brunette boy lying with his head on my tits using them as pillows. His hair all messy and ruffled and his cheek pressed against my the blanket over my breast as light snores escaped him.

God he looked so beautiful. Even with sleepy stuff in the crook of his eyes, messy hair, morning breath and smelling a bit like a mixture of alcohol, cigarrettes and sweat he was still the most beautiful boy i'd ever seen and i got to kiss him yesterday. I also got to do a lot more than just that, but right now he just looked so vulnerable and huggable in the soft morning sunlight.

I let my fingers carefully move a strand of his hair out of the way. The last thing i wanted was to wake him. He needed the sleep. In a few days Bojan has to sing for all of Europe - a whole motherfucking continent - plus some from Australia and even America was watching as well. All the pressure was on him, though we told the press differently, we all knew Bojan was the one with the most responsibility and the most pressure. Surely it helped to have a group of people to lean on, but at the end of the day it was Bojan who would have to sing live on national TV. We had back play, so the only thing we had to make sure of was to not fall face first on stage. The part of song i had was nothing compared to Bojan's. I felt sorry for him, but most of all worry. He didn't show it much, but the man was filled with anxiety. It was eating him up on the inside and he wasn't talking to anyone about it. Hopefully Käärija could get a few words out of him.

I traced his features with my fingers. His big nose, cheekbones, bushy eyebrows, chin, jawline, every single detail and feature on that pretty, peaceful face. Fucking hell, he looked so peaceful in his sleep. I wanted to preserve him that way. Like one perserve flowers. I traced my fingers along his bone structure, all the way to his back, softly stroking him in the most careful way i could.

I was scared that i might've woken him up when he shifted positions in his sleep, going from using my boobs as a pillow to his actual pillow. Somehow Bojan and i always ended more tangled together than we went to sleep. His arm rested on my belly, holding on to me. I was too scared to return to my feature tracing again. Instead i just watched him for awhile. Observing his calm breathing felt so soothing. My entire body felt light and like a stone had been lifted from my chest - though that could just be Bojan's heavy ass head.

"You can return to stroking my face." Bojan mumbled in a horse morning voice, eyes still closed. And even though i cursed myself for having woken him up i had to hold back a giggle from the sound of that deep, horse morning voice.

"You awake?"

"...No." He groaned.

"Sorry." I said. Bojan scooted closer to me, so i could feel the air leaving his nose grace my shoulder. His arm moved so it was only his hand left of my stomach. He began drawing figures. Circles and butterflies and stars and hearts and all those kinds of things. The silence filled the room comfortably. It wasn't awkward or chaotic like i'd feared it to be. I was scared all that happened last night might've been a drunk mistake, that he'd freak out when he woke up and realized we were both naked in bed together, cuddled up and not even a used condom on the carpet floor in sight. I wanted to ask him if he remembered last night. The things he said, the fight, the kiss, the quiet drive home, the sex - fuck, the sex.

I think i came, like, 7 times or some shit.

I had never been fucked like that, certainly not against a wall. With so much desperation, neediness, eagerness, so much emotion and so much hunger and lust. All of it had been bottled up for too long and boiled over last night. Did he remember all of that? The passion of it all? How the night carried on to become filled with our sweaty bodies, and shaky breaths and heat and so many dirty fucking words, how every time got sloppier and lazier than the previous one.