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The first time he wants to kiss Jere is at UMK 2023.
And while his band KUUMAA is already known pretty well in Finland, Johannes has never heard of or seen that mysterious Käärijä guy everyone is talking about now. He bobs his head slightly to the song Cha Cha Cha that is being played for them on headphones, their reaction very carefully recorded by a camera. His genuine first reaction is that he does not know how to react.
The song combines electronic beats with rap and heavy metal, genres that he has never really explored himself, with KUUMAA being your typical indie pop band, but he likes it. He likes it a lot. It’s funny and it’s strange, but it is original. It’s something that has never been done before. He looks at his bandmates and their reaction; they are also grinning and moving along to the beat.
They obviously love it as well.
All of Finland loves it.
Johannes meets the man himself immediately afterwards. It’s all part of the show, them reacting to the other contestants’ songs, so they are still being filmed, and he cannot ask all the questions he would like to ask, but Jere looks exactly like his song: a bit wild and messy, but still shy and polite. Edgy, with his black leather T-shirt and the tight pants, the black-dyed hair and the piercings, but not intimidating or arrogant. His smile is warm and genuine, revealing slightly prominent canines. When he speaks his voice is soft, and when he laughs his nose scrunches adorably and the sound is contagious.
Yes, Johannes immediately takes a liking to him.
After the first filming day they finally talk.
The first thing he notices about Jere is how easy it is to get on with him. Johannes would describe himself as an easy-going person, but Jere is a true social butterfly. They laugh and joke immediately, and Jere is not shy about touch.
Jere also reveals that he is a massive KUUMAA fan and even seems flustered to talk to him and the rest of the band. Of course, this kind of compliment makes Johannes proud no matter who it is coming from, but the fact that it is Käärijä who says it to him makes his heart flutter a little. He smiles at Jere, and it’s a genuine and honest smile, and Jere smiles back.
On the same evening, they all go out for a few beers to get to know each other better. The mood is nice and refreshing, with a lot of compliments and stories about how and when they first heard the other artists’ music. He ends up sitting next to Jere (totally not on purpose), and they talk the whole evening. About music, about life, about their past and their future, and the conversation flows so naturally that Johannes doesn’t even realise that his bandmates are urging him to leave because they are tired and have to get up early the next day.
He and Jere exchange numbers and their Instagram profiles before Johannes gets up and sees Jere waving and eventually turning his face towards the remaining group. He will have no problem gently and charmingly easing his way into a new conversation anyway, Johannes thinks before he turns around to leave.
Already on that first evening on the way home, Aarni makes a comment about Johannes seeming to really like Jere and that he is surprised how well they get along, but Johannes laughs and waves it off; he doesn’t like to be perceived as an attention seeker.
Oh, he doesn’t know this will be the start of two years of suppressed yearning.
Things change a bit, however, when they film the speed-dating section for UMK and Käärijä and KUUMAA meet.
Naturally Johannes and also Aarni and Jonttu are excited because it’s always fun with Jere and they know him pretty well by now, so they’re relieved it won’t be awkward (Johannes can’t even read out the first question without giggling because Jere is grinning at him so much).
At the beginning it’s all fun and games (literally). Jere draws Johannes, yes Johannes and only Johannes, not the other two even though the question didn’t clarify that. Or Johannes singing KUUMAA’s song while eating an onion like an apple, and Jere seems to be impressed by it even after he has to spit it all out. But next they’re being asked who from the other contestants they would like to kiss, and Jere immediately punches the buzzer with a triumphant grin and says a name…
…that is not present in the room.
It is a game on a stupid casting show in the end, but Johannes feels a small pang in his chest. He knows he has no right to feel betrayed, even though they got along so well and so fast and have been texting privately, and even once had a beer outside of the show together, but it affects him way more than he wants to admit. In the few seconds of chit-chat that ensue after Jere’s revelation, he stares at the wall, realising that he would have without doubt said that he wants to kiss none other than Jere Pöyhönen, aka Käärijä, end of discussion.
A realisation that comes so fast and sudden that he has no other chance than to almost nonchalantly accept it. Johannes is also not one to hold grudges, so he smiles at Jere instead and agrees that Robin is kind of hot.
The little electric shock of the buzzer is only half as unpleasant compared to the small rejection.
The realisation of him wanting to kiss Jere doesn’t fade away for the next few days, where Johannes is “plagued” by little scenarios during the day in which he is kissing Jere, and it is all but platonic.
Generally, he doesn’t mind that Jere is another man; Johannes is young and open about these things, but it still comes as a surprise that he doesn’t know how to act on.
The others don’t notice either; he has always been a dreamer, so when he stares out of the taxi window Aarni and Jonttu must believe he is thinking about some new tragic lyrics instead of how soft Jere’s lips would feel if he pressed his onto them.
****
On the final of the show everyone already knows that Käärijä is going to win with Cha Cha Cha.
Johannes doesn’t mind; he is actually genuinely happy for Jere. He deserves it more than any of the others. The song is totally different from anything that has been done before, Jere’s performance is sensual and breathtaking, and he himself is one of the most charming people Johannes has ever met.
When the points are being announced he keeps peering over to Jere’s couch, nodding and smiling at him, giving him thumbs up. After the speed dating, things have not been awkward for Johannes; on the contrary he feels drawn to the smaller man even more. Jere looks back at him visibly flustered and thankful for the support, but still with his characteristic grin where his teeth slightly poke out from his lower lip.
And then when the inevitable happens and Käärijä is announced to be the representative of Finland for 2023, everyone is happy and clapping and it is all how it should be: Jere performs Cha Cha Cha for the cameras one more time and everyone goes wild.
Johannes is only able to speak to him properly at the afterparty where he practically sprints up to him and they share a big, long hug, his hands clumsily on Jere’s shoulders (he is wearing the bolero) as he smiles down at him and gives him his congratulations. Jere is speechless and only draws him in for another hug, whispering something incomprehensible into Johannes’s shirt.
The second hug lasts a bit longer; his hands are resting on Jere’s sides for way too long.
They look at each other again and suddenly the thought of kissing Jere is on his mind again.
He is thinking of that and only that, and all he would need to do is lean forward and close the gap of a few centimetres, but of course Johannes doesn’t do that. He misses the moment and now Jere looks at him apologetically as others approach him to probably tell him the same thing that has been on Johannes’s mind constantly for the last weeks: how much they adore him and how infatuated they are with him (and maybe also that they want to kiss him, who knows).
And that is the first time he almost kisses Jere.
The second time is just a few weeks after the Eurovision Song Contest on a random Tuesday.
Johannes has watched it with Jonttu and Aarni, of course.
None of them is bitter about not going there; everyone is cheering for Käärijä and Cha Cha Cha. Johannes the most, probably. And though he tries to keep it inside, he sometimes has to glance left and right at his friends and wonder how they can remain so professionally normal about this.
With this he specifically means Jere, or Käärijä’s performance where he sings to the audience in a deep voice and smudged eye makeup with long black and neon green nails gliding over his chest and tongue.
Johannes doesn’t understand how not everyone is head over heels for this man.
***
The degree between partying and mourning is small in the minutes after the final.
The whole country thought that the win was a safe thing only for everyone’s hopes to be crushed in the last minute.
Johannes is sure Jere has better things to do now than to look at his phone, but he still sends him a message. He tries not to slip too much positivity into the text; he knows himself how frustrating it can be when people tell you that “winning isn’t everything” and so on. He’s been there and he knows that Jere and he share the same thoughts on this matter.
Now all he wants is to be there for Jere in whatever way possible.
He is surprised when the other man likes his message and replies with a heart emoji.
“Thank you, Johannes.”
He takes a mental note to reach out to him in a few days.
***
And them meeting again happens fast and naturally.
Just the two of them.
It’s been quieter for him after the ESC high had faded, but certainly not for Jere.
In the media it seems he gets dragged in all directions; some think it’s amazing, some think it’s a shame for Finland to have such a “weird little man hop around on Europe’s most prestigious stage singing about getting drunk”.
Fans are bombarding Jere with presents and also follow him to his home. It looks like Jere is drowning in this massive whirlpool of attention. Johannes knows it’s difficult to deal with, especially when fame comes suddenly.
And however smug Käärijä may look, he can sense that all of this is very hard on Jere.
It starts with a random video call after a text that Jere sends.
And that’s when Johannes can feel the other man isn’t doing too well. There are visible dark circles beneath the striking blue eyes, and it looks like Jere has not had a good night’s sleep in weeks.
“It’s good to see your face,” Jere suddenly hums with his characteristic lips-pressed-together smile.
“Same goes for you,” Johannes says, and it takes some inner control to not take a screenshot of Jere drowning in his oversized sweater, hood above his eyebrows. He looks incredibly soft.
“When have you slept more than three hours? Be honest.”
Jere is avoiding his gaze now on the video call. He hides his face in his hoodie and starts to laugh, the sound full of self-deprecation.
And that’s when Johannes knows.
“OK, say no more. I’m at your place in ten!” Usually he is not that kind of person, but well, Jere’s tired puppy eyes do really work on him.
“Wait - what? For real?" Jere looks almost shocked at Johannes´proposition.
"Bring some piña colada and champagne, yes yes.”
But no.
Johannes will not let Jere joke his way out of this one. The only things he will bring are maybe tea, some extra cosy blankets and a back rub. Before Jere can protest more, he hangs up.
When Jere opens the door for him, he is still wearing the oversized hoodie, but the self-deprecating expression on his face is replaced with a big toothy smile and he practically jumps into Johannes’s arms. Johannes has to take one step back to not fall over, but he returns the hug immediately.
His arms find their way around Jere’s waist and his nose is buried deep in the dark hair.
It smells like cheap lemon-coconut shampoo.
“Didn’t think you’d really come.” Jere’s voice is muffled by the fabric of his thick pullover.
Johannes only scoffs fondly in reply. “Of course I did! You need sleep and I will make you get it no matter what. Believe me I´ve been there.” But then as he pulls away and looks at Jere, his eyes are glassy and somewhat empty.
Fuck. Is Jere crying?
His hands reach for Jere’s cheeks immediately. “Hey, Jere, are you sure you’re OK?”
The other man’s gaze meets his finally and a shaky sigh escapes from Jere’s trembling lips. “I… don’t know. Maybe not?”
And oh god, it hurts to see him like that.
Johannes is aware, obviously, that Jere is not the devil-may-care joyful goofball all the time, but to actually see him crying? Something in his chest is twisting and he restrains himself from becoming too angry at whatever or whoever made Jere feel this way.
He has to be there for Jere now.
“It’s OK, you don’t have to talk about it. I am not going anywhere, OK?” he whispers into the other man’s hair, who clutches onto him as if his life depended on it.
And then he is just holding Jere, just being there for him, no questions asked, no comments made.
He can feel his own hands drawing circles on Jere’s back when the shaking stops and Jere slowly lifts his head to look up at him. The tears are still there but there is a small smile on his lips now.
“Sorry, it’s just a lot right now. It’s good to be with someone who understands. And who knows me before all this madness.” Johannes understands, he really does. Even though he has had this kind of attention from a very young age, he can only imagine how hard it is to deal with it if you are not used to it.
“I know. I’ve been there. Let me help you get your mind off things, OK?”
Jere nods hesitantly.
A few minutes later Johannes has prepared Jere’s couch with the insane amount of pillows and blankets Jere owns and put on a soap opera that he knows is Jere’s comfort show (Johannes has to ask many, many times before Jere admits it).
The living room is filled with the voices of the actors and mainly Johannes’s commentary on their stupid actions and unhealthy relationship dynamics.
Every now and then Jere attempts to explain the general plot or a character’s background story with an extreme amount of detail, and it mostly ends up with them laughing until they can’t breathe anymore.
Hearing Jere laugh out loud is beautiful.
It’s a deep, hearty laugh, but high-pitched, and Jere is showing all his teeth. Sometimes he throws his head back, sometimes he ducks away, but his eyes are always closed and his nose scrunches upwards.
He’s gorgeous, Johannes thinks.
After some time, however, Jere’s laugh becomes weaker; he just lets out quiet huffs when Johannes judges the characters.
t’s almost midnight when Johannes glances over and Jere’s eyes are closed and he is buried in his hoodie and several blankets; his head resting on a pillow that they have stuck between their shoulders. He looks small and vulnerable, but peaceful.
With a pleased smile Johannes watches the soap opera.
It’s an absolutely stupid and horrible plot, but it gives him, too, some strange comfort. It reminds him to take things less heavily, to not spiral so much.
It’s all not that horrible, right? If they decided to show his life here instead of Jonna’s (the main character), everyone would get a laugh out of it as well. Plus, people would also probably groan with their faces in their hands about how stupid he looks dancing around Jere. He involuntarily lets out a chuckle.
Every now and then Jere shifts in his sleep, making soft sounds and sighing comfortably. And Johannes makes sure that he is always covered by at least one blanket. Until slowly but surely he can also feel himself drifting off, the voices of the show and Jere’s rhythmic snoring fading into the background.
***
Johannes wakes up with a pressure on his chest. Literally.
As he suddenly opens his eyes the first thing he sees is dark messy hair; as he blinks a few times more he realises what happened: Jere is fast asleep on him and clinging onto his chest.
He can feel himself grinning like an idiot.
It’s beautiful to wake up with a smile.
After a few seconds he dares to touch and run his fingers over the dark strands of hair.
They are warm and soft. Jere looks so small like this, and Johannes wants nothing but to protect him. From anything and everything.
He wishes they could stay like this forever. And immediately he finds himself daydreaming about waiting until Jere would slowly wake up (in his arms, of course) and he would be holding him, and Jere would smile lazily but softly and then they would—kiss?
Johannes suddenly catches himself gasping involuntarily as he finishes his thoughts; his cheeks feel hot.
Jere is still soundly asleep in his arms. He laughts at himself for being so fucking naïve: he is sitting here and behaving like a 15-year-old teenage girl with a crush. Embarrassing.
He sighs. Life is cruel. There are meetings to attend, calls to make and emails to reply to.
Slowly and with a heavy heart he tries to wiggle himself out of Jere’s grasp without waking him; Jere only meekly whines in response to the loss of warmth. He looks very soft and pretty.
It is pure torture to have to leave him like this. And suddenly it is on his mind again:
Johannes wants to kiss him.
To brush the bangs off his forehead and press a small kiss there. The last time he has been so obsessed with someone seems a lifetime ago—or is that the first time? He would give anything to kiss the other man right now. His lips are trembling at the thought.
But he doesn’t kiss him. Even though every cell in his body aches to do so, he just makes sure that all the lights are off and shoots Jere another text before he finally leaves the flat:
Sorry, I had to leave for work. Let me know when you wake up, the later the better!
It is 2 PM when Johannes gets the reply:
I slept so good wtf… we should do this again 🥺
“Who the hell is that you’re texting with? You’re grinning like an idiot,” Aarni says as he himself is texting with someone who makes him grin like an idiot.
“Pfff. Well, I bet you’d like to know. You are also never telling me who you are texting,” is Johannes’s petty reply.
Aarni merely looks at him and rolls his eyes, but for some reason Johannes thinks Aarni already knows who.
The third time is in front of hundreds of people.
It is mid-summer and it’s midnight, and the sky is bright with all kinds of colours mixing: purple, red and blue.
It smells like campfire and Johannes loves it.
KUUMAA are on stage and in a few seconds Hyvästi Ihanasti will start playing and Käärijä and Häärijä will appear (in KUUMAA jumpsuits!) to join them.
He can’t remember whose idea it was, but he takes a mental note to thank the person later because when Jere happily jumps on stage with his new platinum-blond hair, his voice is gone for a split second.
They have seen each other only a coupe of times since their little accidental date (no time – the artist’s curse), but they have kept in touch over text messages, sometimes talking until late in the night.
And sometimes Johannes allows himself to think that the feelings he harbours for Jere might be reciprocated by the other man.
Jere’s message from a few hours ago, for instance, made him choke on his pre-show beer.
“Can’t wait to see you on stage tonight. Johannes, the hottest of the Hot band."
And then a few seconds later:
"Don’t tell Aarni and Jonttu that you are my favourite :))”
Singing with Jere is amazing as always.
Even though their music styles and genres are completely different, Johannes knows how insanely talented Jere is. Not only as an artist, but as an entertainer who can captivate an audience within a second.
Something he finds himself struggling with sometimes.
For Jere, however, it seems to come naturally; he’s walking around the stage as if it was made for him, sharing smiles and hugs and microphones with everyone, especially with Johannes.
And suddenly Jere is grinning at him and wandering dangerously close to Johannes, invading his personal space with the utmost confidence as he does so often.
But whereas privately Johannes finds himself puzzled and unable to breathe, his stage persona (who is actually just him but full of adrenaline) decides to handle things a bit smoother now.
He pushes back to Jere, boldly taking steps forward when the other man is taking steps back, daringly grabbing him by the waist and pulling him closer and closer while biting down on his own lip.
Something changes on Jere’s face; all the smugness is gone for a moment, his eyes are all wide and looking up at Johannes almost coyly and oh – is this a blush? He can’t even hear the screams of the audience as suddenly Jere puts one arm around his neck, their faces only hidden by a blue slipper.
They don’t kiss.
But damn, this is the most beautiful form of torture because all he can think about is how delicious it would be to press his lips against Jere’s now, to suck and bite them until they’re all swollen and red.
He would kiss Jere in front of the whole audience, make him blush and flustered just as he was seconds ago.
He knows the other man wouldn’t mind; no, would love it. Johannes would manhandle him on stage until he whines in the microphone with that sweet softness that is just Jere – yes, Jere would definitely like that. And Johannes too.
The short indulgence in his darker daydreams on stage is interrupted as Jere decides to come even closer and his lips are so close to Johannes’ that he can smell the breath of the smaller man: snus, sweat and sunscreen, and Johannes really needs to take all his self-control to not just jump forward.
Instead, he backs off, he turns around to the audience and sings the song to them rather than to Jere, hoping none will notice his red neck and ears.
Luckily the jumpsuit hides the other affected parts of his body.
***
After the show Johannes walks, no, flies down the stairs to the backstage area, still dizzy and lightheaded with euphoria from the things that just happened on stage.
He sees Jere smiling at him brightly; there’s a flicker of something else across his face. Is it teasing? Is it shyness? Johannes can’t tell.
He also can’t tell Jere how he messed up the next song’s lyrics twice because of him. And now, with the crew praising Häärijä and Käärijä for their performance with KUUMAA, the other man is raising his eyebrows at him, smiling somewhat knowingly.
Oh, he’s definitely teasing Johannes now.
His fondness for the other being displayed on stage in front of hundreds; they might have thought it was fanservice or for show, but if Johannes had held the microphone to his pulse instead of his mouth, there would have been no questions anymore.
Johannes comes closer to Jere and puts his arms around the smaller man from the side, his lower arm resting on Jere’s collarbones.
They look at each other.
Johannes is studying his beautiful face and even though Jere has changed his stage appearance quite a bit in the last year: his eye makeup much heavier, his beard a bit longer and his hair dyed blonde now, the puppy eyes and the beaming face are still the same as the Jere he met at UMK.
“I really like being on stage with you, we should do that more often,” Jere says carefully after breaking Johannes’s stare by turning his gaze back to the stage.
Johannes says nothing, he just keeps staring.
“Oh, and I missed you,” Jere adds now, smiling up at him.
Sometimes Jere seems so small compared to him, especially when they’re like this: alone together and so close. He likes the bubbly, soft and carefree Jere as much as the daring part of him that opened his zipper for Johannes and almost made out with him on stage.
He loves all of him.
“I missed you too,” he whispers in Jere’s ear in a low voice and Johannes can feel the shudder that goes through the other man’s body.
On that night Johannes´ hands wander in his pants, and he thinks of blue eyes and with dark lashes and sensual lips.
When he jerks off in the dark KUUMAA tour bus with thin walls, he doesn’t care if Jonttu or Aarni hear him whisper Jeres name.
4.
The fourth time is during the production of Vain Elämä.
It happens on the third night.
It´s 6 AM.
It´s hot outside from the rain the night before, already bright again and he can’t sleep. There are millions of thoughts in his head, about the songs he is going to perform, KUUMAAs future, his future and of course the most dominant of all: Jere.
The other man has been teasing him on no end since the reunited after the midsummer concert and Johannes feels like a balloon that is going to explode any second.
Yes, Jere is naturally flirty, everyone knows that, but the way he is with Johannes is always a bit different, a bit off.
Touches that linger too long, glances where Jere looks away after being caught instead of making a face or jokingly indulging in it.
Even Jonttu is telling Johannes that “this shirtless rampager - or however he calls himself - really really likes you. You know that, right?”.
But the thing is, Johannes doesn’t know, he hates to admit it, but he is clueless when it comes to these things.
All he knows is that he likes Jere, it’s almost bordering to obsession how much he thinks about him and how much he wants to have him all for himself.
And it´s not just sexual, Johannes really likes the shorter man, in fact he isn’t sure if he can call it a crush anymore. They´ve become so close, there is a deep connection between them, where silence feels comfortable, where secrets can be shared without consequences and where laughs don’t end in awkwardness.
He rolls over and groans in his pillow as his phone screen lights up.
A new message.
It´s from the man in question.
“Hei <3 you up?”
Johannes stares at the message for a few seconds and then replies immediately. Yes, he is awake, is Jere ok?
And then all he hears are muffled sounds and footsteps from the room next to him. Käärijäs room (where also Häärijä sleeps. That lucky bastard).
Suddenly there´s the faintest knock on his door. It opens and Jere is standing in front of him, hair all dishelved, wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely leaves the hem of his boxershorts peeking out below.
It looks very cute.
He gestures for Jere to come in and sit on his bed, his arm immediately finds the way around Jeres shoulders.
“Are you OK?”
“Yes Yes, dont worry. I just - couldn’t sleep. Häärijä is snoring and I think too much. About stupid things. Thought I might feel better with some company…”, Jere asks cautiously, the edge in his voice is gone, his eyes meet Johannes almost shyly.
Of course it is OK, it is more than OK.
They stay like this for while in each other’s arms, and Johannes is trying to talk to Jere and also distract himself from his fluttering heartbeat.
At some point Jere lies down in Johannes’s single bed sighing comfortably, taking up the whole space as if it is his own. If anyone else would have done this, Johannes would have kicked them out within a second, but with Jere it´s ok, Jere is allowed to do that.
He coyly lies down next to him having maybe a third of the space that Jere occupies, but god they´re so close.
And the way the other man is looking at him?
After a few seconds of torture and unexplainable tension Johannes gives in to all his desires with a sharp exhale and pulls Jere towards him. He is smelling his hair and taking in the scent that is driving him crazy.
His nose nuzzles between Jeres neck and earlobe, and he pulls the other closer closer closer until almost all parts of their bodies touch. He can hear Jeres increasing heartbeat and heavy breathing now.
Everything is just as he imagined it: Jere´s body is warm, and soft and Johannes hands start to roam mindlessly around the other man’s shoulders, torso and neck. He feels nothing but pure bliss and excitement.
And the feeling seems to be mutual.
He turns his face, so their noses are almost touching.
Jere´s face is beautifully flushed, and he can feel the other´s delicate hands slowly sliding up his arms until they find Johannes’s cheeks.
Johannes takes the chance to roll on top of Jere, which causes the other man to gasp. All his self-control is gone now – to hell with it.
They´re silently staring at each other for what seems like eternity until Jere finally says the magic words.
“Kiss me.”
He looks up at Johannes with wide eyes through those absurd lashes of his, lips open but expecting. The sight is so mesmerizing that he cannot react for a few seconds.
“Please…?”, Jere adds, his voice is cracking and his breath is a bit shaky.
And that’s all it takes for Johannes.
His lips are on Jeres.
Hungrily devouring and claiming the man beneath him who he has been thinking about almost daily for two years now. All his desire and longing go into the kiss. Jere seems to be almost taken aback by the sheer passion, and moans when they break apart for air.
The first few minutes are hot and messy like when tipsy teenagers kiss for the first time. All sloppy and chaotic. To Johannes it feels like it can’t be fast enough, and he wants more more more.
A thousand kisses later things become calmer, but not less passionate.
“Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me.”
Is all Johannes manages before his lips are back on Jeres and he pins the smaller man’s hands above his head, biting into the kiss. Jere can do nothing but whimper and squirm, but he does so beautifully.
Hips already bucking up at Johannes impatiently.
“Don’t stop, please…”, he whispers with a whine as Johannes lets go of his lips once more to breathe. He looks down at Jere again, his whole face and torso are flushed and red, panting heavily. This has to be too good to be true. And the way he always says please is sending Johannes into oblivion.
As if he would deny him anything!
He cannot believe it: Jere aka Käärijä, one of the bossiest people he knows (affectionately), flirtatious by nature, the centre of everything and everyone’s attention wherever he goes, is here right beneath him, shaking with pleasure, all pliant and submissive, asking him to touch him.
Johannes bites down his neck softly and Jere is urging him to go on, moaning silently but high pitched as Johannes does exactly that. He starts grinding against the man under him and his eyes roll back.
“Fuck Fuck Fuck”, Johannes groans as he meets Jeres hips with his again. He can feel himself being painfully hard by now, even though it seems like it only started 10 seconds ago.
The more rational part of him thinks they should stop now and maybe not fuck on the set of Vain Elämää, the irrational and currently stronger part in him is already imagining how he would spread Jeres legs and dip down between thighs towards his ass, first with his fingers and then –
A knock.
Oh God no.
Both of them freeze.
They look at each other in horror, panic and shock; still panting, however. Then there´s amusement.
Jere lets out a chuckle at the absurdity of the situation and Johannes soon joins him. Somehow, they end up giggling into each other’s shoulders for a good minute until someone checks the time and fuck its almost 8 AM already. They´re meant to start shooting at 8:30. Johannes curses and he really hopes that this is not his manager.
Looking back at Jere he pauses. The sight is exhilarating: There is a visible stain of precum on Jere´s grey boxershorts, he is looking up at Johannes with glassy blue eyes, kiss bitten lips, hair all messy. His expression is almost innocent, and it is by far the most erotic thing he has ever seen.
Damn, how he wants this man.
A second knock and a muffled voice. “Jere?”
Its fucking Häärijä.
Jere sighs in relief and then curses creatively as he suddenly gets up to grab his oversized t-shirt - that he must have removed at some point in the heat of the moment - to hide the obvious boner in his pants.
Johannes can’t help but stare and watch Jeres ass as he walks to the door awkwardly and opens it a few centimetres. Sexy. Johannes bites his lip.
“WHAT THE FUCK MAN” Jere screams in a whisperand he and Häärijä exchange hurried words before Jere turns around to Johannes.
Häärijä is nice enough to not poke his head into the room, his voice sounds strained however, he was probably just worried not knowing where Jere is and Johannes tries to not be embarrassed by the fact that Häärijä apparently immediately went to his room to check.
Meanwhile Johannes also prays to every god there is that they haven’t been too loud. Jere slowly closes the door and walks back to the bed, meeting him for a kiss.
It’s an honest kiss. No hurry and no rush, just like in the movies.
“Okei”, Jere starts with a small shy smile, looking nothing but adorable.
“So in short, before I have to leave you right now and - yes, I´d also rather stay in bed with you. I´ve got it real bad for you, since months, years even. You’re wonderful and fuck it, you´re also fucking hot. I thought you weren´t into me like that but well, we should definitively continue this once this is over.” his hands gesturing vaguely, obviously meaning Vain Elämää.
Johannes doesn’t know what to say, his brain is still foggy from making out and grinding against each other and he just nods with a confused smile; he still can’t believe any of this is happening.
Still, when Jere finishes his confession Johannes’ heart almost explodes. He presses a kiss to Jeres hand lovingly before the other man leaves his room to join Häärijä, muttering curses.
For the first time in two years Johannes lets his head fall back on the pillow with a sigh of relief as he thinks of Jere, the frustration only being sexual this time.
He thinks of the other man with a smirk on his face, his heart is not aching but beating rapidly in euphoria, mingling with the butterflies in his stomach.
A warm feeling is spreading though his whole body and he cannot hide his huge stupid grin.
This is pure happiness. He is the luckiest man on earth.
The bulge in his pants is something he can take care of later.
Maybe not alone this time.