-CHAPTER ELEVEN-
"You sure you don't want anything, Boris? Except for vodka and drugs, obviously." Xandra said and sat down in front of us, sighing. He shook his head, searching for my hand under the table. I grabbed his hand hard, interlocked our fingers. Boris threw his eyes on me, smiling.
"So this is these things..." my father arrived the kitchen with his phone in from of his eyes, sighing and sat down next to Xandra. "Work stuff I told you about a couple of weeks ago, Theodore." He said and I suddenly felt uncomfortable with hearing him saying my whole name. I nodded, licking my lips nervously.
"I and Xandra have to go away for a while. In a week." He sighed, pulled down his phone in his pocket and looked at me with aggressive eyes. But I knew he was soft, it was just something in his eyes as made him look angry all the time.
"But.. If Boris sisters don't need him.." He mumbled, facing Boris. "Might you could stay here? For company I mean." He said and for a second I blushed. He talked to us like I was a while who needed babysitters.
"Dad, I don't need a bab-"
"I'd love to, Mr. Decker." Boris cut me off, smiling, which caused me to blush even more. Dad laughed lightly, nodding.
"Good." He mumbled. "And for the thousand time, Boris. Call me Larry." He said and Boris just smiled at him, and nodded perceived. I yawned low, looking down on my lap there me and Boris hands was placed. I loved the sight of our fingers interlocked with each other. The feeling as well.
"I'm sorry that we didn't tell you earlier, Theo. You just seems to have a hard time right now."
I looked up at Xandra and shrugged innocent, but nodded. I knew what she was talking about, but in the moment I couldn't focus on the negative, knowing that in just some of hours I'll have a whole weekend, just me and Boris. Alone.
"Well." My dad stood up. "We'll go around 1pm, do you want me to wake you up and say goodbye?" he smiled soft. I licked my lips, shaking my head. "No dad, it's fine." I mumbled and he went back to the bedroom, I suppose he started to pack and Xandra said something blurry before she did the same. I stood up fast, started to go to my room with Boris hand still interlocked with mine. I locked the door carefully before I let go from his hand and pushed him down on the bed, sat down on his waist immediately. Boris chuckled low of my desperate gesture.
"You so horny?" He chuckled, sat up. I blushed, bud nodded slowly.
"Yes." I whispered, placing my hands in his neck. "You're driving me crazy." I whisper, stood up on my knees and presses my lips against his aggressively. I could here him moan uncontrollably, making me blush even more.
"Oh-fuck." He mumbled against my lips, placing his hands under my thin t-shirt. "They'll here us potter." He whispered and I groan loudly, sat down on his lap again. He was right. "Tomorrow, okay." He whispered and I sighed, nodding. I felt desperate. I felt scary. I couldn't understand the way I had missed his touches, his lips and just his presence.
"I'd do whatever you want tomorrow." He whispered deep, staring into my eyes as he curled his fingers around my shoulder, taking a grip of my t-shirt and slowly and careful started to take it of. Unfortunately, all his bruises was gone. Left a week ago, which I'm sort of sad of.
"I'll make more." He whispered, just like he was reading my mind. I blushed shyly, looking down as he threw away my t-shirt over the bedroom floor.
"They'll leave in just a few hours. We can wait, can't we?" I mumbled, placing my hands over his shoulders, let my thumbs play with his collarbones. Boris chuckled low, looked over to the watch beside my bed and nodded. The clock was already 11pm. Just 2 hours until they were gone and I could have Boris all by myself.
"Do you have something to drink?" He mumbled and I nodded, stood up from his body and went over to my closet, opened one of the boxes and piled up a filled bottle of vodka under my clothes. Boris smirked as I closed the box and went back to the bed, sat down on his lap and opened the bottle with my teeth.
"Here you go." I mumbled, gave it to him. He nodded thankfully, took the bottle with one and placed the other on on my naked waist, feeling my rib. He highed the bottle, started to take big sips of the throat hurting drink. I giggled a little before I placed my small hands around the bottle, placing it on my bottom lip and started to drink.
"Whoa, whoa. Take it chill, baby. We don't want you dead when we're going to have fun later." He whispered, and I laughed lightly, put the bottle on my bedside table and laid all my focus on Boris.
"You sure you okay?" I said, and he nodded, placing his other hand on my rib and started to rub it soft, pleasuring up and down.
"Yeah. My dad was an dickhead all the time. I never got the chance to know him." He whispered and I nodded slowly, sat down closer to his tummy, causing my bum to touch his sensitive spot. I could feel his dick get tough through our jeans, and couldn't stop feel the grin on my lips.
"Hmm?" I whispered, slowly stared to rub my body against his, just feeling how he get tougher and tougher. He groan low.
"Oh. Son of a bitch. You're so good at teasing." He muttered, and I felt his body tense under me. I smiled soft, causing his eyes to look at me.
"You've beautiful eyes, potter." He whispered. I giggled, blushed soft. "You too, Boris." I whispered, before leaning in and pressed my lips against his, taking a grip of his t shirt and threw it of as soon as we let go from the kiss.
"Just one and a half hour, and you're all mine for a week." I whispered, surprised how the alcohol let me spat out every single thought in my head. Boris licked his lips and leaned in, placing his hands on his naked chest and slowly started to leave small, wet kisses on my collarbones.
"I'll cum in my pants if you continue like this." He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I giggled, laid down next to him and nodded.
"Let's just.. talk then." I smiled, looked up at the ceiling. Boris laughed lightly, and nodded. He laid down next to me, just like me, locking his eyes in the ceiling and placed his interlocked hand over his tummy.
"Have you ever wondered..." He took a deep breath. "Do you ever ask yourself what you'd do in the moment of your mother weren't dead?" he asked and I licked my lips. It was a hard question.
"Yeah. Sometimes I suppose."
"Like when?" he turned his head toward me and looked at my face for a couple of second before he turned back to the ceiling.
"Right now. I'd never met you. Id never met my dad or Xandra. And definitely not started with drugs or alcohol." I mumbled, and Boris just nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?" I said, this time sat up and looked down at him. He sigh, sat up next to me and curled a hand around my wrists, dragging me down on his body. I placed my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my ear.
"For embroil you in this mess." He sighed. "I mean, you're just fourteen."
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Bad end. Lol.
@ smut in next chapter I suppose.
hmm... whatever. I love the video oakes posted on his Insta story yesterday. Sunburned lips 🤪🤤🤤😍😍😍😍😍😍
