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Boris hated going home, as much as he pretended he didn’t mind the loneliness or the fact his father would come angrier everyday if that was even possible. It made him slightly anxious, slowly dragging his feet through the endless heat of the desert, umbrella in hand. When he met Potter that day, it made his life a lot better. Drinking with Potter, doing lines with Potter, being around potter made his life a lot more interesting.
When his father came home when they were chilling in his room he freaked out worried Potter would be seen by his father, luckily that wasn’t so. He got his ass royally kicked for just existing, he felt like he deserved it a lot of the times. When he was alone drunk in his room, mind fuzzy. He felt himself melt into his own mind too much, he was overthinking everything. He got up and did a line to clear his mind. He was frustrated with himself, he felt like from what Potter said about how life was more then just fucking around and doing crush and alcohol it really got him thinking. Could he and Potter fuck around in New York City like how he said he used to do with his mother?
“Potter, this,” he tapped the plastic. “Magic.” Potter looked interested as he took the tablet and popped in his mouth. Leaning against the swing he admired Potter, he was really cute, pretty. Very nice to Boris. Boris wanted to touch his hand, hold it, protect him, he got a little nervous when he drank too much but never said anything about it.
“You’re..a good actor.” Potter mumbled looking over to Boris. “I’m not actor Potter.” Potter shook his head and smiled a little. “No no, you just don’t show much emotion, you’re distress and stuff. Even when you get too hot you don’t look any different, I wouldn’t know if you didn’t complain about it.” Boris was a little happy that he was able to keep his distress and upset away from Potters eyes. He didn’t not want him to worry or stress more then he already dies. “I assume no good to you.” Potter shook his head. “I’d prefer to know what your thinking sometimes. I don’t want you to be like strugglin’ or something and your pride gets in the way.” He looked away admiring the sun set. Oh. He wanted Boris to show his emotions more? He would have to be real drunk for they to really happen. He laughed a little. “Funny Potter. I would have be real drunk!” Potter shakes his head.
It was getting harder for Boris to not want to touch Potter, just to hug him or kiss him even. He knew it was odd but he also knew he was very odd himself. He learned American people celebrated something called pride month which he knew he would get shot for saying he was prideful for anything but the Russian government back home. Potter didn’t help him from wanting to be close as he was genuinely really kind.
“Where’s your umbrella?” Boris sighed. “Stepped on and broke damn thing! Cheap American plastic!” He exclaimed. Potter shook his head and tried to distract Boris from the heat. The next day he showed up with a new umbrella, same as Boris’s old one saying it was so he could stay out of the sun. Boris held on to the umbrella fondly when he was handed it. The first gift he’s ever received.
Potter leaned on Boris’s arm, drinking his beer peacefully as he watched the movie. Boris was distracted by the touch and lent into it more. Potter didn’t seem to notice and if he didn’t he didn’t care.
That same night Boris’s father came home. Stomping through the house, Boris grabbed Potters hand and dragged him to the window. “I’m sorry potter, please jump out window.” Potter gave him a wild look. “Theo! He will hurt you more then jump! Go go!” He ushered the boy out, he heard a soft ‘oof’ and he shut the window. He fixed his hair and left his room.
(Pretend this is all in Russian.)
“Boris! You piece of shit, did you steal my god damn alcohol?!” He screamed. Boris put on a brave face as his father screamed at him. He felt his father kick his knee knocking him on the floor. He gave a soft whine of surprise as he hit the floor. He felt the first couple punches but the pain was starting to just numb. He looked over to the window and saw Potter. Staring, paled, scared. Fuck he should’ve made sure he left. “What are you looking at you bitch!” His father landing a punch to the eye knocking him out.
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Waking up on the cold floor wasn’t really a surprise. He slowly got up cursing as he felt all the bruises and cuts on his body. He slowly got up and went to the bathroom to clean his wounds. He limped a little getting to his bed, his ankle hurt badly, probably a bit sprained but not much he could do to help it. He slowly hobbled around and got dressed leaving for school. He met Potter at the bus stop, he had forgot he’d even seen anything till Potter was holding his shoulders. “Jesus Boris are you alright?! You- he- y-“ Boris cut him off by pressing a finger to his lip. “I, fine. Forget you saw.” Potter gave him a wild look. “How could I forgot that! Boris you looked like you were in so much pain on the floor, you barely looked alive!” Potter worried a lot. “That is normal for me potter. Now come come bus.” That seems to concern him worse. “Thats normal?! Boris!” When we sat on the bus he gave me a worried look, made me feel guilty, I didn’t want him to worry. He rested his head on Potters shoulder. He was exhausted he didn’t sleep really at all, he passed out, there’s a difference and he had learned it. Potter didn’t move, letting him rest on his shoulder.
During class he could feel Potter stare through him, in the halls he noticed how he limped, how he was less energetic, how he winced when it was too loud and rested his head a lot. How he flinched at the simple touches he normally didn’t mind. He knew potter noticed it all since his worried eyes only got sadder as the day went on. Potter even held umbrella for him so he didn’t have to move his hands walking home, let him use him as support as he limped home.
“You need to get your ankle checked Boris.” Boris shook his head, “I am fine potter! No worries anymore. I felt your eyes stare bullets! Id be dead if looks could murder.” Potter sighed. “It’s if looks could kill.” “Da, that’s what I said.” Potter didn’t argue just resorting to walking a little faster.
They were at Potters pool, the drugs and alcohol in his system were making him more sleepy then usual, he scooted his body so his legs were in the pool, he felt his body getting a bit dizzy as Potter left to get something. He felt his body tip and fall into the water. He woke up from that, he let out a surprised gasp as he felt the water submerge him , he tried to kick up but pain from his ankle shot through him like a knife, he tried to ignore it but the pain was making his vision go blurry, or was that the lack of air. He heard some noise but it was fading out.
“Boris! God dammit Boris Cmon!” He heard the yells in his ear. He slowly opened his eyes, he suddenly shot up throwing up the water in his lungs. Potter rubbed his back as he coughed it all up. “Jesus Boris! You can’t just do that!” Boris sighed. “I didn’t mean, I fell in, couldn’t get back up, ankle.” He pointed, then he hesitated. “…hurt..it..hurt.” He looked away, embarrassed he had admitted that. Potter sighed. “Of course it hurt, you sprained it, that’s my guess anwyays…also I’m glad you shared that, you should tell me how your feeling.” Boris nodded a little, still distracted from almost drowning.
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During school Boris had a bad migraine, he felt the entire world ringing with base booted speakers. He took some paper and wrote something and passed it to Potter.
He opened it, “feel bad” was all it said, a small smile was on Potters face as he nodded and gave a note back with a pill in it and a note. “Here :) feel better soon.” Boris felt his cheek redden and he just took the pill quickly. He knew it was just some stolen Advil but it still helped soothe the headache, Potter never brought it up other then asking if my headache was gone.
He’s so nice, Boris smiled a little to himself as he thought to all the nice things Potter did for him. His ankle still really hurt but it was getting better.
The next day he was walking with Potter again when he mumbled. “Feel hot.” Potter looked up to him gently putting a hand to his head, “you feel a little feverish, do you want to go to mine and get you some medicine?” Boris was reluctant but didn’t care to go to school so he slowly nodded. He let the boy pamper him, checking on him often and forcing water and medicine in him. He fell asleep in Potters lap.
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Definitely not a small crush, he really liked Potter, he was able to express how he was feeling on occasion, it was a simple. ‘Feel ___’ but it would make potter smile and help him so he started to not mind telling him what’s on his mind. He showed a bit more emotion, he knew because potter made fun of his fluster.
He was now with Potter doing lines in his kitchen. He was happy just being with Potter, he laughed a lot more with Potter, smiled more. He was very happy around potter.
They were on the couch, Boris’s head in Potters lap, it became a habit after he got sick to lay like this, Potter didn’t mind meaning he was completely content to rest like this, Potter put a hand in his hair, he melted into the contact, his touch starving and need for love that he never really acknowledged really showed. He fell asleep in Potters lap completely content.
The night potter packed up, leaving Vegas he felt his emotional turmoil, he couldn’t handle being away from this boy. “I..you you- you can’t leave!” He declared. “I have to! I have no times Boris! They’ll come after me.” Childishly and mindlessly at this point. “Feel upset.” Potter sighed. He put his stuff down hugging Boris tight. “Come with me Boris..” Boris’s eyes shined. He leaned down kissing Theo. Potter let a soft noise of surprise but kissed back. “Of course Theo.” He smiled fondly. “Can I pick up stuff at mine? I need stuff.” Potter laughed. “Yes yes let’s go quickly.” Boris felt his hand get pulled into the car. He held hands with Potter the entire ride to his house, he grabbed some clothes and some things he wanted and left with just a backpack. They both were off to New York.
Boris was half asleep on Potters shoulder, they were on what felt like the 4th hour on the bus. Potter was asleep peacefully. Boris played with the rings on his fingers. He was happy to be with Boris, running away.
“Hey Boris..Cmon..” he felt potter poke him. “Bus arrived.” Boris got out of his seat and walked to the door with Potter, it was pouring rain, he let potter lead the way to his home like place. He said it was at a antique furniture store. “Feel…cold.” Boris mumbled on the walk there. “We’re lucky you have that umbrella or we’d be soaked.” This is what Boris really went back for, the umbrella Potter gave him, his first gift and he loved it with all his heart.
When they finally got there Hobie he think his name was greeted them, hugging Potter. “I haven’t quite met you..you are..?” Boris caught on. “Boris, Potters boyfriend.” Potter choked a little, blush covering his face. Boris blinked confused at potters minor shock. “Nice to meet you, Boris.” He let them in letting them take a room he said that used to belong to someone Boris didn’t know. Boris flopped on the bed exhausted. “Feel..tired.” He mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
“Boris it was a real bitch to move you last night, you fell asleep in the middle of the bed.” Boris rolled his eyes, “Uh huh sorry potter.” Potter shook his head disapproval obvious in his features. “So boyfriends huh.” Boris looked over “da, aren’t we boyfriends?” Potter smiled fondly. “Yes, boyfriends.” He kissed his cheek and walked away to help Hobie. Blush coloured his cheeks, touching them gently.
Boris was walking around the room when his leg had given out of him, falling onto his knees. He felt his freeze as he felt when Theo ran over he was going to hurt him. But he wasn’t really thinking THEO would hurt him. His father he thought his father was coming to hit him. Potters steps sounded like his when he was angry, yet Potters were concern. All sound rang out as he stared blankly. “Hey hey.” He heard, he slowly looked up. “Communicate..B what’s wrong.” Boris slowly mumbled. “Feels..scared..” he felt potter hug him tight, whispering that he wasn’t here and couldn’t hurt me anymore. He knew exactly how to help him.
“We need to get your ankle checked kid.” This was the 4th this week it had given up on him. “Oh right, potter remember when broke? When..uh yeah. When broke.?” He smiled a little. Theo’s concern didn’t even falter. He pouted a little. “I should be fine, this is just dumb body.” Theo shook his head. “You could’ve really damaged your ankle Boris, let’s go get it checked.” Boris shook his head with a pout, he didn’t want help from a dumb American doctor. He was fine.
Turns out he almost permanently damaged his ankle for letting a sprain sit so long Untreated
Boris was getting better about communicating his emotions. Often he would mumble his emotion even if his emotion was kinda oblivious. Once they got in a fight and Boris hissed Russian words and then mumbled as like a really rough translation “Feels Angry.” It lightened Potters mood in any argument even though it wasn’t his intention.
They cuddled on the bed as they just enjoyed their comfort. “Feels happy.” Boris mumbled absentmindedly. “I’m glad B.” Potter smiled up at him. “I love you Potter..Theo. I love you Theo.” Potter smiled. “I love you too Boris.