The Goldfinch Theo X Boris

Vodka for Hazy Bathroom Lights

-I've read the book, and watched the movie. Great storyline but the romance between them needs a little spice!
Here's to 'Boreo' 18+
i write in Theo's pov, lmk if u want some Boris stuff-

The TV was playing a 90's mafia romance but my eyes were buzzing so badly i could only focus on sounds. I sat there, back curved half against the brown leather sofa, shirt pulled up a bit ; my spine felt the wooden flooring.

"My ass bone hurts" Boris said.

I was startled even though he was sitting right next to me. I was too in tuned with the feeling of my eyelids fluttering that I almost forgot he was here .

"I feel sick" I blurt out fumbling to stand up. Zigs began to zag in my ears and suddenly a bright light fills my surroundings. 'The toilet bowl is cold' was all i could think as I empty my stomach in the hallway bathroom. Boris is laughing at me while leaning against the door frame. He's now griping a new bottle of Nemiroff vodka, his preferred brand because everyone in Ukraine drank them. I stare at his toes wiggling in his socks has i lay my head on the floor.

"What a fucking sight Potter" he laughs tilting his head against the wood. I close my eyes and he kicks me to get up. I can feel him pull me up but my eyes are blurred .

"Up, up," he says helping me to the stairs. We turn the corner and he knocks my head on the wall.

"Fuck you" I say squinting my eye.

"Get it together it's only midnight" he tounges as he leads me to my room's bathroom.

"What?" I begin to say confused, but it's too late, he'd already dropped me on the floor.

"Take them off, u need a bath, u reek" he laughs again. I find it odd he's one to say that seeming he always smells of cigarette ash.

I get up and pull my shirt, forgetting I have glasses, they get caught in the neckline and fall to the floor. he's still standing there as i take my pants off, and still staring at me when I pull off my briefs.
He walks out once I get in, and I grab the soap.

I'm wondering why he'd done that. I mean he's an idiot and all sorts of weird, but the way he was staring felt embarrassing.

I hear him walk into the bathroom again after awhile and he opens the curtain handing me a small glass.

"Shower and shots ehy!" He says stepping into the spray.

In his hand was the bottle from earlier. His clothes began to darken and I watched as the water drops spun down his curls. Tipping his head back into the water he exhales deeply.

"Hand it" he says reaching for the soap bottle id yet to open. I swap him for his vodka and he clicks the top back and pours out a swirl in his palm. He grabs my arm gently and my eyes widen.

I knock his hand away.
"Fuck off" i say stunned at his action, though not fully apposed to them.

"What's it matter?" Boris asks confused as if not a thing was wrong.

I look at his eyes and he steps closer. He reaches his hand once more and gives me a look of reassurance. I can feel his hand on my arm, then my back, down to my legs and i shutter.
He takes a swig or three from the bottle then pulls off his heavy wet shirt, proceeding to lather himself too. He hands me the soap gesturing for me to wash his back. I zone out for a moment listening to the sound of drops hitting the floor and zone in again focusing on his skin.

Next thing I know he bends over sliding his soapy pants off. He grabs my hand and puts it against his stomach as he faces away from me. I lean closer closing my eyes as I rest my forehead between his shoulder blades.

His hand is holding my wrist guiding it across his body. The soap makes his skin slippery, and i can hear him breathing slower. He takes a step back without warning and my length brushes up against his hand.

With a panicked second I grab the shower curtain sliding it open and stepping out, then I reach for a towel and rap it over my waist and boner. Boris sticks his head out of the other end of the curtain.

"I, uh," I stutter as I back away.

"Potter's wand up?" He smiles and shuts the curtain "I'll be done in a sec."

I walk out to my closet and get dressed. By the time Boris is done my hairs just damp. He walks out with just a towel. Trying to not make it weirder than it was, i run downstairs to grab my dads box of cigarettes. When i retuned he was laying in my bed, just like nothing unusual happened.

We smoke a couple sticks and crack open some beers. Laying in bed staring at the ceiling my eyes trace the lines of shadows where the yellow hazed bathroom light shines.

"Potter, u alive?" He whispers

"I think so" I reply turning over to face him

"Have you had sex before?" Boris asks

"No" I answer, "I haven't even kissed a girl"

"I have, it was fantastic, but i don't think I was doing it right. " He says

I stand up and walk to the sink to take a chug of vodka from the bottle and chase it with my corona. He follows me up in a few seconds later and when I look to the mirror he stands directly in behind of me.

"Turn around and look at me" he tells me. His fingers rise to my face and lifts my glasses off. "Close your eyes" he says starring into my bare face.

"Why-" I hesitate to ask but instead I just do as I'm told. I feel his hand grab mine, and what follows that was his soft lips against mine. I wanna ask why he did that, but instead I kiss him back.

I pull back for a moment. "You're my first kiss, that sucks" I say smiling.

"Was it horrible?" He smiles back. I say nothing and kiss him again.

He pushes forward and i step back leaning onto the counter. His hand grabs my lower back he kissed down my neck. I feel him give me a small love bite, and i shudder again. This time he looks down at my boner smiling, he picks me up and sets me on the sink. His hips pry open my legs and i feel him rubbing against me. His kissing goes from my lips to my neck, then he grabs my bulge.

"Want me to help you out? He asks

Now I'm blushing profusely, looking away i mumble "if you want to, please do"

His fingers caress my waist line and he slides his cool hand into my trousers. This feeling is really stimulating, so i kiss him hard to hide my rosey face.
He pulls back to spit on it, and from that alone, i accidentally let out a slight whimper. Fucking hell I'm embarrassed but he definitely likes it. His hand slides up and down and my hands grip the edge of the counter top. The faster he does it the harder it is to hold in my whines and moans. He speeds up and i finish in his hand. I was wrong to think it was over ...