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Boris was promptly awoken by the sound of foot steps and people talking below him. It was strange, I mean he wakes up to people talking and unfamiliar voices all the time but this time he had woken up before Theo. Theo wasn't even an early riser, Boris just slept incredibly late so, this was a first.
He untangled his legs from Theo's legs and sat up, waking up the sleeping boy.
"Morning, Potter." He grumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep.
Theo promptly searched for his glasses on the nightstand, knocking over an empty beer can before reaching them.
"Jesus. What time is it?" The smaller boy asked groggily. He for his IPod, which was no where to be found (and by no where to be found, he meant it was on Boris's side of the bed.)
"Uhh, like 8:30?"
"Then why the hell are you up so early? It's summer."
Before Boris could give him a response that was equally as aggressive, Lisa's voice interrupted the two.
"Boys! Breakfast is ready!"
Boris looked over at him with a shit eating grin, one that said "That's why, asshole." Theo then punched his shoulder, a gesture that meant "Whatever, asshole." Their strange unspoken language had come in handy when it was this early, both of the boys being too tired to have an actual conversation with actual bickering. I mean, it's summer. No one should ever have to wake up this early without school.
Theo got up to check of he was presentable enough for breakfast in the bathroom mirror and Boris, who used Theo as a heater most mornings, followed behind. It was nice having a bathroom this close to your room, no one could watch as they got ready (or as Theo got ready and as Boris wrapped his arms around him and buried his face into his back while Theo got ready.)
Theo stood infront of the mirror, unbothered as Boris wrapped his long, pale arms around his waist and rested his head on Theo's sholder. Normally, for two male friends, that would be weird. It would be considered a romantic gesture, and therefore considered abnormal. But, they weren't normal, and there wasn't a word for Boris and Theo. They are what they are, why put a label on it? I mean sure, this level of physical affection isn't for friends but they were more than that. It's not like Theo disliked when Boris got this close, in fact he even enjoyed it despite the taller boy smelling of beer and smoke and leather. He actually quite liked all the components of Boris that made him seem weird because shared those traits with him.
However, unlike their usual routine, Boris was extra clingy today (and even if he swore he wasn't, he was normally clingy) which resulted in him placing a small kiss on Theo's neck. Nothing in comparison to what other things they've done but, that was usually when they were alone and drunk. But they were in the house with people actually in it so no drugs that are noticable enough to others.
Theo's face turned a slight pink.
"Dude, you smell like ass."
"Oh shut up, potter. You smell like ass and chlorine. "
"Whatever." Theo said, putting the brush he was using to brush his tangled hair down on the marble counter. "Anyways, we have to go downstairs so get off of me."
Boris placed another kiss on Theo's neck. "Fine."
Amd they went downstairs, barely presentable, though quite fancy to their standards. I mean, normally in the morning they didn't even have breakfast so the bar is low.
"Good morning you two! I made bacon." Lisa said, somehow cheery at this hour while Xandra acknowledged their existence with a simple wave of her cigarette, not even looking up from the TV. They sat down at the small table in the kitchen, Popchyk sitting in Boris's lap as he was freed from the tall boy's hands.
"Ah, Popchyk, nidavolnyj sabahka. Ribyonak." Boris spoke when Popchyk yapped at him for not feeding him bacon.
(Ah, Popchyk, dissatisfied dog. Baby.)
Lisa looked at him, incredibly confused, disgusted even.
"Ah, you speak another language? Where are you from exactly?" Lisa spoke, clearly trying to desperately avoid this being an awkward situation.
"Was born in Ukraine, but my mother is from Poland and my father is from Ukraine and Uzbekistan. Have traveled to many countries, so I speak many languages. "
Lisa now looked intrigued, like he was some alien speaking about his life on other planets.
"Really? Which ones. "
"Fluently, I speak English, Russian, Polish, Ukrainian, Uzbek, Arabic, and Swedish. Though I do speak quite a lot of Chinese and Hebrew. Oh, and German." Boris spoke, not even looking up from the dog.
"Huh. That's impressive at your age. You must travel a lot." Lisa said politely, as if her commenting on anything he said was gonna make someone mad.
"Yeah. Papua New Guinea was my favorite though. But, I guess most people end up in America like I did. I mean, 2 of my siblings are here too, even if they're in Maine and Indiana."
"Are you really the only one that lives in a big city?" Theo asked. He knew quite a bit about Mike and Richie, despite never meeting them. It was only natural that he learned about his siblings being this close to Boris.
"Yeah. Though Richie is kinda close to New York. "
"You have siblings? What are their names?"
"Illya, or Richie and Mikhail, or Mike. I don't see them often, but they're fun at reunions. "
"Huh. I didn't know Illya had such a a different nickname." Xandra said, exhaling smoke into the living room.
Watching Boris rant was annoying to most people. But, Theo Decker wasn't like most people. Theo adored when Boris ranted about whatever crazy story he had experienced in other countries. The way his eyes lit up was beautiful. I mean, everything about Boris is beautiful. His faint freckles, his long and curly hair, his lanky limbs and especially his deep brown eyes. So, whenever Theo saw Boris do anything, he smiled. Even if it was out of character for him, all because he loved Boris all to much. Even if it was something he may never say out loud, it was something they both knew well enough.