{Boris Pavlikovsky Imagines}

acid

Krasotka=gorgeous

Warnings: cursing

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My eyelids felt heavy, but I couldn't sleep. I buried my face farther into Boris's neck.

I could feel the vibrating of his vocal chords as he hummed along with the song he had playing. I didn't understand it, it was in polish. Sometimes he would mumble the words under his breath, had something to do with cocain.

My eyes glanced over at the empty beer bottles that were knocked over on the carpet. I couldn't see them all but I counted what I could see.

1..2..3..7..wait I skipped numbers.

My mind was fuzzy, but it wasn't. Certain objects had haloed rings around them, and I could see little waves in the yellow-ish toned wood that made up a little wooden horse that Boris had found in his attic and brought in to show me.

I don't know why I agreed to using acid with him, it wasn't a very good idea.. but I trusted Boris, and I kind of wanted to know what it was like. If I was ever going to do it, it was going to be with Boris.

"Krasotka," Boris mumbled, his fingers slowly twirling pieces of my hair.

"Yea?" I responded.

"You feeling okay?" He asked, running his hands all through my hair.

"Mhm.. how 'bout you?"

He laughed a bit and then spoke weakly, "I'm fine, I have a good tolerance.. remember that."

He tilted his head back and breathed in big breaths with heavy exhales.

"I'm hungry," I whined.

"I'll get you something," he said, lifting my body off of his and stumbling out of bed.

I watched as he struggled his way out of the room.

I turned over on my back and closed my eyes, sighing deeply.

"Here," he said with a groan, throwing chips at me.

"Boris," I said, sitting up. "Where's the bag?" I said, looking around at the scattered chips.

"I don't know, in there, maybe.. I just took some out."

"Well, thanks," I said, picking up a chip from the bed and chewing it slowly.

"Fuck.." he groaned.

"You okay, hunny?" I asked, rolling over to look at him.

"No. I'm not," he said, climbing I top of me. "Boris—"

"Shut up."

He attached his lips to my neck and sucked a dark mark onto it. Boris never left many hickeys on me, he typically just wanted to make sure they were as dark as possible, and that they would stay as long as possible.

He slipped my shirt off and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. "Boris.." I said, reaching back to stop his hands.

"Shhh," he hushed me, putting my hands back down at my side and undoing the clasp to my bra.

He sat back and stared at me for a few seconds before attaching his lips to my cleavage.

He left soft hickeys from my cleavage down to my arm.

I squirmed underneath him and he chuckled.

He kissed my stomach, slowly moving down to my lower belly.

"If you're gonna do something then just do it, stop fucking teasing" I hissed.

I felt him softly bite the skin on my hips. "Shut up." He snapped, kissing his way all down my hips.

"Fuck.." he said, holding his head in his hands.

"What.. what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing.. nothing," he insisted. He tried to play it off but I knew it was the drugs.

"Boris, maybe we should just go to bed," I suggested, pulling his head into my chest.

"No, I'm fine," he said, pushing me away from him and swaying backwards before stumbling on his feet.

I frowned. "Boris, we're going to bed," I said, pulling him back down onto the bed with me.

He groaned and then laughed, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Yeah.. this one got me," he admitted.

"Yeah, I know."

He laid his head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around him.