#so you're basically getting a one shot atp bc this is almost 1k 😅

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21 jance kiss

Sister! Thanks for sending this :3 This one was more like kisses in plural hehe, but I hope you like it 🤭

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

(tw mentioned body dysmorphia. Not too explicit but just to make sure)

21. …on a place of insecurity.

Nace felt insecure that night. Of course, he wouldn't admit it, but Jan could tell.

They had gone out with the boys to a pub near the hotel they were staying at. They had a couple of days until the next concert so, why not go and have fun for a while, right?

However, the only thing going through Jan's mind was the way Nace was acting. His boyfriend seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, trying not to take up too much space, quieter than usual, only talking when someone addressed him directly, not laughing at Bojan's jokes (at least not more than a little chuckle), refusing Jure's proposal to join him on the dance floor.... He seemed to have his mind elsewhere and Jan knew what dark corners that could lead him to sometimes, so he decided to do something about it.

Making an excuse that he was too tired, he proceeded to say goodbye to the guys, standing up in order to start his way to his temporary room. As he expected, Nace, ever so caring, immediately offered to accompany him.

When Nace opened the door to their shared room, Jan walked in behind him. As soon as the door closed, Jan's arms wrapped around Nace, hugging him from behind, his hands slowly exploring his torso. The fact that this simple action – which was certainly nothing new to them – made Nace flinch, did not go unnoticed by the guitarist, but he chose not to mention it.

“I'm sorry, Janči, I don't really feel like doing anything right now. Can we just cuddle, please?” Nace spoke up for the first time since they had left the pub, exhaustion evident in his voice.

"Of course, baby," Jan said softly.

While they changed into their pajamas, Jan had an idea.

"Do you trust me?" he asked once they were lying in bed.

Nace was confused by the sudden question, but still answered “More than anyone” without hesitation.

The statement warmed Jan's heart, but he had a mission in mind, so he set to work.

As he moved down on the bed until he was positioned between Nace's legs, he could see the bassist tense up, so he grabbed one of his hands reassuringly.

"I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to do. If you want to stop, you tell me and I'll stop, no matter when, okay?"

“Okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jan let go of his hand then, and brought both his hands to either side of Nace's hips, just above the hem of his t-shirt.

Before continuing, he looked him in the eye, silently asking. When he nodded, Jan slowly slipped his hands inside his t-shirt until they reached his waist. Nace shivered a little at the contrast of Jan's cold hands on his warm flesh, but Jan didn't move them.

When he thought they were warm enough, he went again to the hem of the t-shirt, lifting it a little.

"Promise you'll tell me if it's too much?"

Another nod.

Oh so slowly, he lifted up the fabric, revealing a bit more of Nace's skin with each little movement.

When the shirt reached his navel, Jan's hands came to a stop. He lowered himself and, after a quick glance at Nace again, he started leaving little kisses all around his under belly.

The bassist's skin quickly covered in goosebumps as he let out a small whine.

"You're so beautiful," the guitarist said, as he went through the same process again. He lifted the shirt a little, revealed a little more skin, kissed as much skin as he could reach and repeated.

Nace doesn't know at what point, but he started crying. More like sobbing quietly, to be honest. And maybe the tears weren't just tears of sadness in this case, but they still broke Jan's heart.

He didn't know why Nace felt so self-conscious at times. To Jan he was hands down the most beautiful person he had ever seen – both inside and out. Bullshit, he corrected himself, he did know the reason Nace felt that way. And if it were up to him he would fight every single person who ever dared to say anything mean about his precious boyfriend.

But he couldn't. So he stuck to trying to convey all his love and adoration through his kisses and caresses, as well as the words of affirmation whispered against the skin.

Once he reached the collarbones where he could no longer pull the shirt up any further – and having made sure he had covered his entire torso with soft kisses – Jan slowly pulled away and pulled the shirt back down to leave it in its original position.

He moved until he was again face to face with Nace. A few treacherous tears could still be seen running down his cheeks, but Jan cupped his face and kissed them away.

As he pressed their foreheads together gently, a soft smile appeared in the older's face. Jan took that as a little win.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” Nace didn't know how to express just how grateful he was for every single thing his boyfriend did and said.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Jan kissed his forehead. “I love you so much. And I meant every single word I said. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, inside and out, and nothing will ever make me change my mind. I need you to know that, okay?”

“Thank you. I love you so much, srce.”

And the moment their lips met in a tender kiss, everything felt good.

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#i'm incapable of keeping things short in case you didn't notice already #so you're basically getting a one shot atp bc this is almost 1k 😅 #i actually took this idea from a fic i want to write someday but idk if i ever will so… #joker out #jan peteh #nace jordan #jance #ask #mine #maca writes #kiss prompts