note: hi, guys! finally i'm here after long time with a new chapter. i have free time now cause of quarantine, what are you doing guys during this time? you can tell me in comments :) anyway, i've said this book is going to be written from boris' pov but i've decided that some chapters will be from theo's pov , so here you have it :)
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night number 6.
theo 's pov
flashback
I remember the night we got together with Boris for the first time. We sat on my big bed in the room watching TV, bottles of beer carelessly scattered on the ground, another new in our hands. We knew each other for only a few days, but at first glance, we sat down on the bus and I don't know. . .Something 'clicked'. Boris was able to talk with me to early morning hours about any kind of thing, whether politics or favorite books and movies. Even then, it was night - or earlier in the morning if I remember correctly. I've been home alone for three days, father and Xandra claimed that they need to urgently 'get' somewhere.
Boris yawned loudly and without any embarrassment, he leaned his - I -don't -know- how- many days -unwashed head- full of glued greasy curls on my shoulder. I shook off a little bit, trying to give him a sign like: 'what the fuck are you doing boris?' In fact, I was not used to touches, yes my mom hugged me and stroked my forehead when I had a fever and when she was still alive (oh, how I wish her to be alive), but besides. . . with my friends in New York, we didn't do such random touches and hugs, assuming it would look too queer. And I really didn't want anyone to think that. That's why I just sat there, petrified on the spot, unable to say a word to Boris. It was just a pure friend gesture? Or wasn't it? We only knew each other for a day. Like what the fuck was I even thinking?
"Potter, you think too loud." He chuckled with amusement when he apparently noticed my silence and tense shoulder, his eyes on my faces and his long nose almost buried in the hollow of my neck.
"Watch the TV, you asshole," I muttered, careful not to sound too exasperated, and looked away.
"Ňeeettt. Ja utomlennyy."
"What? What does that even mean?" I laughed. "Speak normally!"
"I'm tired, oh, God, Potter, I'll have to teach you Russian. It's best to start with swear words." he began to list them there and there and I just rolled my eyes.
"Will I really need them?"
"Of course! Because if I'll tell you that you're such a biksa so you can answer me." Boris began to laugh, very loud, throwing his long body around.
"I really don't need to kno-"
"It means you are ..." Boris did not answer because I purposely covered his mouth with my hand, unaware of it. Only when I noticed after a few milliseconds that my hand was on his lips, which I did not like at all, I pulled away and a shy sound of surprise came out of my mouth and I began to swear in my mind. Unfortunately, I inherited the light skin from both parents, so I blushed more than the red light on the semaphore. Boris seemed to notice my embarrassment, because he had removed his head from my shoulder, but for that he had moved her directly into my lap, his cheeks pressed against my thigh. He seemed to feel very comfortable, because he then made a kind of satisfied sound. On the other side of my thigh was Popper lying there, that little nasty dog I was secretly ashamed of, because he looked too queer. Great, I couldn't even move, in order to don't disturb these two sleepy idiots.
"Are you comfortable, you idiot?" I noted sarcastically and actually didn't even try to push him away, alcohol darkened my mind, I didn't care if he would slept on top of me and I would almost laugh at that, if my red-tired eyes wouldn't close at half-past four in the morning.
"Tiše ! We are friends, that normal. . .ach, you are such a cute little kotku, potter." he muttered and he fell asleep with that sentence and with hand across my crotch. With a deep wonder of what the hell the word kotku means, I finally fell asleep.
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translation: net ja utlmeny- i 'm tired
biksa- a whore
tiše- quiet!
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boreo ; 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔰:
Fanfic~ nights that theo doesn't remember from boris' pov. ~ warnings: bxb smut yuh!, alcohol, drugzz, violence, also sometimes characters can be really ooc, and excuse my bad english lol i'm slavic.
