' lost in yesterday.

01 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘

FLUFF.

BORIS' DARK SECRETIVE EYES held his gaze upon your lips. he intently watched as your chapped, swollen lips wrapped around the cigarette he had just removed from his mouth. his eyes squinted, focusing on the nimble fingers you brought to your mouth. you closed your eyes and tilted your head upward, looking up into the darkened skies, flashing above you.

you were at theo's. he happened to be away for the weekend with xandra and his father; something about an apartment back in new york. boris brought you here because he wanted you to breathe in an environment that was far from what you were used too. but he never told you it was because of that.

your calves were dipped in the pool water collecting light droplets of rain, upper body leaning back on your hands while boris lay on his back with a foot propped up. boris brought up his hand and lazily motioned to bring the drug towards him, revealing a piece of his abdomen as his shirt lifted upwards. removing the stick from your mouth, you swung your legs from the water and rolled to your stomach, wet feet in the air. your fingers lifted to boris' mouth and placed the cigarette between his pink parted lips.

as the night grew on, the cigarette was chewing out, and the skies grew darker. the two of you remain silent, not feeling the need to speak; allowing your eyes to do what you weren't.

boris' hair was growing longer now, curlier to say the least. still messy and dark, but that was what you admired the most. it brought to his personality.

the sound of his inhale brought you out of your daze, adverting your attention to the boy beside you. "come 'ere." he said, chest full of smoke. you lean forward and bring your face close to his, nose bumping, lips not touching. not yet. parting your lips and staring down at his, he brought his hand under your chin and lifted it slightly, blowing the smoke he held in his chest, into your mouth. you breathe in and released it into the calmly winded air.

neither of you moved from the position you were situated in, boris moving his thumb from your chin to rub across your bottom lip as his eyes burned into your skin. it was the high, or the way he was making you feel by touch, turning you weak and completely under his grasp. boris repositioned his head and brought his lips up to yours, brushing against them as your foreheads lightly touched. you closed your eyes and softly pushed your lips to his, kissing him with as much thought and devotion you could offer.

you loved him. he was your boy.

and you were his girl. all that he had.

he didn't kiss you any rougher, or push you any farther than the light, plush kisses you were sharing in this moment. he was slow, passionate. his hand still placed on your chin, lifting it gently during moments he only wanted to be closest to you. you broke from the kiss and only pulled your lips away so that they weren't pressed together, but still touching.

"what was that for?" you calmly pressed, bringing your hand up to his face, brushing his cheek. boris chuckled, releasing a tiny huff of air and pecking your lips softly. "because you deserve it, but mostly 'cause i wanted too." you chuckle and pull your lips into a smile, pushing loose curls from his freckled forehead.

"i love you so much." you whimper, holding his sculpted face in your hand. boris pressed his lips against yours once again, holding it a little longer each time he did it. "i love you more, baby girl. i wish i could show you how much you mean to me other than what i'm capable of doing now." he said, taking pauses as he said each word; nervously playing with the hair that dangled by your face.

you tilt your head and smile, kissing his plump lips longer than you should have, "you do more than enough and i would never ask you for more." it's hard to believe that the boris pavlikovsky could ever feel, and act in such a way when he tries so hard to put off such an image that he's immune to any type of feelings, and doesn't care who and what's around him; but there's something in him that just takes a little longer to get too.

to get to the real, boris pavlikovsky, under all of the image he puts out to the public.