Umbrellas in The Sun and Rain

Chapter 5

Theo awoke the next morning groggily wrapped in someone's arms and covered in something sticky. It took Theo a good moment before he realized the someone was Boris, and the sticky stuff was cum. Theo shuddered as the vivid memories of Boris’s touches came crashing into his mind, and he moved a hand to touch the cum still on him, playing with it between his fingers as he grinned stupidly. Boris was right, he would remember last night- Which was a good thing, because god, that was a good fuck.

Boris, unsurprisingly, was already awake and watching as Theo played with the cum on him, smirking, “...Having fun there, Котенок?” he purred, making Theo go dark red and move to wipe the cum off on his pillow.

“S-shut up- I..Get off, I need to take a shower,” Theo breathed, flustered. Boris chuckled and let go, looking amused.

“I don’t think you want to, the way you were looking at my cum~” Boris said, moving to watch Theo get up and grab a towel to.

Theo swallowed, looking at the door, “I..Uh..”

“Cumslut” Boris hummed. His hair was wet- he already took a shower.

Theo, red in the face, hit Boris with his towel, “Go find some of Xandras skin color makeup to cover up these marks,” he said, forcing the conversation somewhere else, “And go fish around in my drawers for those joints.”

“Since when did you order me around?” Boris huffed, but got up- He was wearing shorts, but no shirt, turning to leave the room as Theo got ready for a shower. As he left, Theo noticed the claw marks on his back, and he felt his heart swell a little in pride- <em>He</em> did that. Ha. Take that Kotku.

Theo showered and threw on a binder with some baggy clothes before moving to go downstairs with Boris, who helped apply makeup to the visible bruises, but not before teasing the hell out of Theo and kissing over a few of them, to which Theo called him gay. Boris simply laughed and stuck a joint into Theo’s hand as he leaned back to smoke his own and watch cartoons. 

Boris still hadn’t put on a shirt, most likely because he knew that Theo would end up staring, because, lo and behold, that’s exactly what Theo did, “Mm…Like what you see, Potter?” Boris said, giving one of his stupid, shit-eating grins. Theo went red and looked away, going back to smoking his joint until he realized Boris had shifted on the couch to be right next to Theo. His breath smelled like weed, “Don’t ignore me, Potter~ You know I hate it when you do that”

“I- s-shut up,” Theo breathed, looking away as he felt Boris’s lips on his neck, making him melt a little. He turned a little to look at Boris, who had discarded his joint in the ashtray to press his lips against Theo’s, making him whimper and press up a little against him, until there was a knock on the door and Boris sat up in alert.

“Cockblocker,” Boris grumbled, moving to get off, “I’ll get it, yes? You hide the weed.”

Theo nodded quickly, moving to put out his own joint, glancing as Boris left the room, shirtless and barefoot with popper at his heels, barking like mad. Blushing a little, he cleared his throat and went to place the joints in a nearby hiding spot. When he reamurged, Boris was standing by the couch, looking grim.

Boris didn’t say anything- He didn’t have to- before Theo scrambled to put his sneakers on quickly, tying them tightly. He fixed his glasses and his hair, slipped on his jacket, and jogged to the door, pulling it open quickly to see old Bobo Silver and a man with a metal baseball bat over his shoulder at the door. Theo’s heart sunk a little, and he suddenly felt more sober than he’d been in a while- Mr. Silver had come once before to ask about his father, most likely due to a debt of some sort that had caused him to need 6,000 dollars from his own kid.