Five minutes

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It was a quiet day, nature, a park and an ordinary wooden bench. The bench where Kris and Bojan enjoyed the warmth of the sun's rays, like cute kittens basking in the sun. Kris lay his head on Bojci’s lap, and he, in turn, could not stop admiring the shine of Guštin’s graceful lips, which moved so mesmerizingly when Kris once again said something.

— Did you apply lipstick or did it just seem to me?  — Cvjetičanin asked with concern in his voice, gently touching his soft lips with his thumb.

— Yes. Don't you like it? — Kris became worried.

Bojan rubbed his fingertips together, wiping off the remaining shine, put his palm to the guy’s rosy cheek and answered in a calm tone:

— I Like it. You’ve just never done this before, —  he again carefully began stroking his smooth cheek with his thumb.

— I did. You apparently never noticed.

— I only noticed the taste of peach on your lips every time I kissed you. But I couldn't figure out what it was.

A modest smile appeared on Kris's face.  Bojan had never seen Gustin’s more beautiful and cuter cheeks. Those golden strands of hair shimmering in the sun and falling onto his forehead. Those light eyelashes when Krisko looks down. And attractive thin lips that always had a sweet taste when Cvjetičanin took kisses from them…

— Did you know that you have the brightest smile in the world? — the corners of Kris’s lips then pulled upward even more. It seemed that he was about to melt just from the intonation with which Bojci pronounced these words. —…brighter than the sun, — Cvjetičanin continued, glancing upward for a second.

Literally holding back a squeal of emotion, Kris said:

— You told me about this five minutes ago, Bojan.

— So what? I’ll say this in another five minutes, if you want, — and again a bright smile shone on Kris’s pretty face.  He changed his position and sat opposite Cvjetičanin, leaving a couple of millimeters between them. He looked into his eyes, still smiling, and sighed timidly:

— You better kiss me in five minutes, — Bojan’s pupils dilated. Little stars seemed to shine in his eyes. Guštin took out a small bottle from his jacket pocket. It was that same shine. He applied it to his lips again, without breaking eye contact with Cvjetičanin, and added:

— Did you look at the time? Five minutes… — in response, Bojan let out a short laugh and looked at the phone display to count down the minutes. It was a skeptical, but at the same time embarrassed laugh, which always helped Cvjetičanin hide his real feelings. And at that moment he was madly in love. His heart beat faster than usual whenever Kris was around. Warmth and a hundred thousand other different emotions arose in his soul that he could never describe. Looking at Kris’s lips then, Bojan madly wished that time would go faster, but was afraid that Guštin would guess. Although he already understood everything.

Bojan is not a romantic. He never was. He never spoke words of love or confessed his feelings to anyone, except one… Kris. He was the first for whom Cvjetičanin uttered these two cherished words. Why two and not three? Because for the first time Bojan confessed his feelings to Kris in Spanish. It was easier for him that way. Still admiring the features of his beloved under the morning rays of the sun, Cvjetičanin said in a whisper: "Te amo."
But Kris never heard them. He slept. And this is another cute thing that Bojan is still in love with.

Does he sleep until twelve on the weekends? This is cute. He doesn't want to go for a walk because he's lazy? It's cute too. His favorite song ("Lola Marsh — I got you") is sentimental nonsense that Bojan would never listen to in his life?  This is a million billion times cute.

Bojan is in love with everything no matter what Kris does. Kris Gustin.  Bojan is in love even with his last name and all forms of his melodic name. Kris, Krisko, and even "Christmas". That's what he calls him as a joke. This is probably why Christmas is one of his favorite holidays.

Out of impatience, Bojan looked at the time again. And finally, those long-awaited five minutes passed, which lasted an eternity. He gently cupped Kris's face with both palms, never ceasing to stroke his cute cheeks, and slowly approached so that their noses met, touching tenderly and affectionately. Kris immediately felt the warmth emanating from Cvjetičanin. He would never be able to describe in words what he felt then and what he feels every time Bojan touches him so pleasantly and caringly. Only the tickling sensation in the lower abdomen speaks for itself.

As soon as he touched Kris’s lips, Bojan felt a sweet aroma that beckoned him to quickly press his lips to them. Both were enveloped in a rush of delightful emotions. Kris opened his mouth slightly, as if allowing himself to be kissed. And then their lips finally touched each other. Bojan felt every slight vibration of Kris's lips on his, every sigh, every sob that filled their kiss with ecstasy. He even felt the same shine of Kris on his lips, which gave sweetness to the kiss. Bojan clung to them even closer and took a deep breath. Then, on a bench surrounded by blooming nature, for a second it seemed to both that the world had frozen. Bojan felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and Kris’s legs couldn’t stop shaking. He grabbed the back of the bench and squeezed his hand as hard as he could. They didn't think about anything at that moment. Bojan felt how sweet the taste of Kris's lips was, how warm and soft they were. And Kris. He again felt the love and loyalty that Cveticanin put into the kiss. He knew that with every new warm touch, every tender kiss, Bojan would again confess his feelings to him. This is his love language. So he says: "I love you, Kris. And I will always love you".

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Bojan licked his lips and again felt the sweet taste in the fusion of aroma.

— Strawberry? — he asked. Kris smiled, lowered his embarrassed gaze and took out a bottle of gloss from his pocket.

— Yes, — he handed the lipstick to Bojan, and he took it in his hands. — I decided to try something new.

While Cvjetičanin looked at the bottle with interest and read the inscriptions on it, Kris admired the wonderful shine on Bojči’s lips.

— In five minutes?  — Cvjetičanin asked, handing the lipstick back to Kris.

— In five minutes, — he replied. And again he applied a little gloss to his lips so that Bojan could kiss him after the right time.

From that day on it became something of a tradition. Something personal to them.  Something they've never done before. At one time they thought it was strange. Other times, it was one of the most beloved moments in their relationship. Especially Bojan's. For him, there is nothing sweeter than Kris's lips and his sweet sunny smile after a kiss.