add fuel to the flame

bigger than love

Dejan was spending his days in Amsterdam in a really boring and sad way. He was going to therapies and after that just laying in his hotel trying to decide what to do.

The last therapy in Amsterdam ended and Dejan was flown to Italy in the same day.

Venice was really pretty, but again Dejan really didn't have any will in him to try and go out a bit. The pain was getting smaller and he didn't even need to drink the pain killers any more.

The last therapy finished on a friday, so Dejan decided to take the weekend off and go to Milano to surprise Šime and finally decide what will he do.

"Pero, di si Peroo?"

"Oh Dejane, what's up?"

"Well I would love to come say hi to Šime, but I need to know when is he at home."

"Wait, what? You are coming here? YOU GUYS ARE SO DISGUSTINGLY CUTE!"

Dejan chuckled, and soon hung up the phone after Pero told him all of the information he needed.

After landing in Milano, he took a cab to Šime's apartment complex.

•

Šime was stressing about Mo again, he saw he is back in England, but Dejan still didn't call so he had no idea where he is.

In the middle of his stressful thoughts, he heard a loud door bell ring.

"Ko je to jebote? Broz and Pero have the keys."

He approached the doors slowly and opened them to see Dejan holding up a big box of chocolates(the chocolates) smiling brightly at him.

Šime's eyes filled with tears momentarily. His face lit up with happiness and emotion.

"Deki, what?"

He was smiling and crying at the same time. He ran into Dejan's warm hands and hugged him as tight as he could.

"What the fuck are you doing here, I am, I can't talk what?"

Šime was still at attached to Dejan and couldn't let go. Dejan lifted Šime's head with his free hand and kissed him softly on the lips.

After a five minute make out in front of Šime's apartment Dejan finally came inside with his stuff and Šime's chocolates.

"Where did you find these? Aren't these sold just in Russia?"

"That is not your concern. Oh, your hair grew, it looks even more like a bird's nest."

"Fuck you, you look like an egg. Amazingly handsome egg I have to say."

Šime and Dejan sat on the big sofa. Šime still couldn't believe Dejan was sitting next to him. He pushed his face in Dejan's chest and just laid there taking in his scent.

In that moment, moment where the world stopped for those two, Dejan decided. It will be hard to say it, to Šime and to Mo, but he will do it.

When Šime lifted his face to look at Dejan, Dejan couldn't stop smiling. This was the face of a man he will soon be married to. He couldn't believe what was he doing less then a week ago with Mo.

Šime stood up and took the chocolate from the table, where Dejan left it.

"It tastes of memories."

Dejan smiled widely, looking at Šime chewing the chocolate. He took the chocolate from Šime's hand and put it back on the table. Šime was looking at him confused, still chewing.

"It's hot in here isn't it?"

"I know that, but why are you unbuttoning my shirt?"

Šime started giggling as Dejan finally finished stripping him off.

As soon as Šime swallowed the last bits of chocolate he was eating, Dejan clashed their lips together, his tongue dominating inside Šime's mouth.

Šime didn't mind, actually, he enjoyed it.

Dejan pulled Šime by the hand to make him stand up, putting his hand on Šime's hips and lifting him up. Šime tangled his legs around Dejan, lips still connected.

"Where is your bedroom?"

Šime pointed his finger towards the big room and Dejan led the way.

He pushed Šime on the bed getting on top of him. He took his hands and put them above his head.

"Keep them there."

He took off rest of Šime's clothes and started kissing his collar bones, chest, stomach, leaving traces of hickeys.

He started kissing Šime's inner thigh which made Šime slam his hand on the bed, grasping the sheets underneath him.

Dejan stopped and grasped Šime's hand even harder than before and put them above his head again.

"Keep. Them. Here. You don't want me to tie you down."

Šime got hard even just thinking about it.

•

Hours later Dejan stepped out of the bed, trying not to wake Šime up, but as soon as he stepped off of the bed, few wooden planks crashed to the ground which made Šime jump.

"Koji kurac je to?"

Dejan kneeled down to look under the bed from where the noise came. As he was looking down he started laughing and Šime looked it him confused.

"We broke down the bed."

"Excuse me?"

Dejan couldn't stop laughing.

"These planks fell down and as soon as tou get up from the bed at least 4 more will fall down."

Now Šime started laughing snd moving around the bed which made 2 more planks fall down.

"I'm surprised your fucking spine isn't broken."

Šime chocked on his laughter and stepped off the bed which made the rest of the planks to collapse.

•

Šime was making dinner as he heard a phone ring. He heard Dejan answering.

"Hello? Mo what the fuck? I am with Šime and I can't talk. What? I thought we will talk it through when I come back. No? Well okay, I choose him, I am sorry. What do you want me to do? Well I can't take back what happened, we fucked up. I love you Mo, but this is just something bigger. Yeah, bye."

Šime's heart literally broke. He started trembling letting go of the pan and searching a place to sit. His vision was getting blurry from all of the tears coming up.

He knew it. He knew it all along.