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It was a Friday night, and the neighborhood was quiet. All except one house, which was bustling with excitement. The lights were bright and blinding and you could hear the bass vibrations from outside.
Within the house, teenagers were busy getting drunk and fooling around, doing things they would never remember by tomorrow.
Two people stood out among the crowd, chattering about something, what it was I could never tell you.
A tall boy with long black hair, bleached at the tips and shaved on each side of his head, had his hand resting on the smaller boy’s waist, he had long blonde hair with the back shaved. Quite an exotic hairstyle.
Both had a drink in hand, occasionally laughing and enjoying each other's company.
“Derek, that's likelie th' wirst joke ye'v tellt a' damn nicht, urr ye sure ye'r sober?” The blonde asked, raising his cup to take a sip.
Derek laughed finishing off what vodka was left, “Yeah, I’m sober, Ryan. I don’t get drunk easily. Not like your weak ass.” The Russian boy joked leaning closer, Ryan cocked his eyebrow finding it hard to hide the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“Shut up! ah'ament that intoxicated asshole. Ah love how ye'r saying a'm weak even though yer soul left yer body lest time we kissed. Weak? ah dinnae think sae.”
Derek snickered, rubbing his thumb on his lover's hip, barely pushing up the tight shirt to reveal the soft skin underneath. He moved his other hand to rest on Ryan’s cheek, caressing it gently.
“Fair point, but you make it hard not to. моя любовь. (My love.)”
The blonde practically melted in his touch, and both eyes locked into each other.
Derek mumbled something low in Russian before passionately kissing him, Ryan threw his arms around his neck, locking him in place.
The two boys made out for a minute, occasionally earning strange looks from others walking by, of course, they didn’t care though. They were used to it by now.
Derek pulled away to catch his breath, watching his partner with caring eyes. “ты такая красивая (you’re so pretty)”
“Ah hae na idea whit ye said, love.”
“That’s okay, you will one day. I’m gonna go refill my drink, wait here for me?” The boy asked.
Ryan nodded repaying his boyfriend with a smile, with that Derek took it as his cue to go ahead and leave.
The Scottish boy leaned against the wall downing what alcohol lingered at the bottom of the cup, when suddenly a familiar face walked towards him. Ryan nearly spat out his drink at the sight of the brown-haired boy, given how long it had been since he’d last seen him.
“Ryan Pierson. Is that you?”
The blonde froze in place, standing before him was his ex, a guy who had used him, cheated on him and quite frankly never even cared about him. The memories flooded his mind, and he cringed at how naive he used to be.
Ryan turned his face away, flushed and embarrassed they had to meet again this way. “Aye, tis me, the fuck dae yi'll waant?.”
“No need to get so hostile, just wanted to talk.” The boy took a step closer with a smug look plastered across his face, it made Ryan sick to his stomach.
“Ah dinnae wantae blether tae ye, ah dinnae ever wantae blether tae ye again sae juist go an’ leave me alone. Please”
“But we have so much catching up to do Ry!” The boy forced him against the wall, resting his arm directly above his head.
He hated when he called him by that nickname, hated it. He didn’t have the right to call him that, not like Derek did.
Ryan averted his gaze as much he could, for it was physically painful to stare him in the eye. “Joshua, fuckin', lea. Ah hae a boyfriend, now.”
“Really? Your scrawny ass got a boyfriend.”
The boy moved his hand to Ryan’s waist, the blonde couldn’t bring himself to move. All he could do was just let it happen until he went away.
He didn’t want to get hurt by pushing him off and earning a right hook, he didn’t want that kind of pain. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping the boy in front of him would disappear, he did not.
Joshua slid his hand down further to grab his ass.
That’s when everything else happened.
“The fuck- what’s your deal man.”
When Ryan opened his eyes he saw Derek mere inches from Joshua, he didn’t have his drink for it was thrown to the floor.
“Don’t mess with him.”
“What you his fucking slut, commie?”
The music had stopped now, and all eyes were on them.
“Назови меня коммунистом еще раз, и я сломаю тебе чертов нос. (Call me a commie one more time and I'll break your fucking nose).”
Joshua pushed Derek, which was only pissing him off even more. “I can’t believe you even want to date that piece of shit, admit it you’re just dating him because you feel bad for him. He’s such a fa-“
That’s when the Russian boy had heard enough, he clenched his fist and punched the other. Blood splattered into the floor and the room filled with scattered gasps. Derek carried an intimidating presence, and a terrifying gleam in his eye.
“YOU- YOU BROKE MY FUCKING NOSE!”
He grabbed the trembling boy by the collar of his shirt yanking him up, so his face was barely touching his.
“In Russia, we wrestle bears with our bare hands for fun. I will not hesitate to beat the shit out of you. Don’t ever touch my fucking boyfriend again, Да? (Yes?)”
Joshua raised his lip in a snarl before earning another punch, “Ты, черт возьми, меня понимаешь? (Do you fucking understand me?).”
“OKAY! OKAY!!”
The boy was sobbing now and shaking so hard someone might’ve assumed he was a damn maraca. He threw his hands over his face in defeat and whimpered. In response Derek finally let him go, he looked around at the people who were watching and gestured to go on with what they were doing, to which they complied rather quickly.
“Fucking commie.” The brown-haired teen mumbled under his breath before trudging upstairs.
The blonde didn’t have time to process anything before his lover took him by the arm, “уходим сейчас. (We’re leaving now.)”
Ryan just followed blindly not saying a word.
The drive back home was quiet as well, Derek’s face held no expression. It was difficult to tell if he was angry or not, he couldn’t have been because his hand never left the blonde's thigh the entire journey.
After a while, Ryan finally had the voice to speak. “I’m- sorry aboot whit happened back thare ah shuid hae dane something ah didn’t— uhm—“
The teen turned the car into his neighborhood before slamming on the brakes causing the boy next to him to squeak.
“моя любовь, (my love) You’re okay, you only ever freeze up like that when you’re downright terrified. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just wanna make sure you’re alright. I’m not mad at you.” Derek spoke so calmly and silenced everything Ryan had been worrying about, the blonde smiled and nodded.
“A'm okay, thank you, Derek.”
The black-haired boy leaned over placing a soft kiss on his partner's cheek, the blonde-haired teen cringed in response.
“Who was that guy anyways?”
“Mah ex. He’s pumpin' doolally.”
“What’d he do? If it’s alright to ask.”
Ryan looked away for a moment, thinking. “He juist- ah wis a different body afore ye met me. Ah wis stupit, 'n' glaikit 'n' ah hae th' wrong fowk seicont chances. This wis oan o' they fowk, he cheated oan me, occasionally slap me if ah didn’t kiss him or dae whit he wanted. He didn’t slap me often thankfully, bit it happened at least twa times. Ah couldn’t bring masell tae lea him, fur ah didn’t think ah wis aff tae git love anywhere else. He wis an asshole bit- aye.”
“о, детка, (oh baby,) I’m sorry that happened. I’m actually kind of happy I beat the shit out of him.”
Ryan snickered, “Yeah, me too.”
“идите сюда (come here)” Derek patted his lap gesturing for the other. Ryan hesitated for a moment before complying.
The blonde rested his hands on the Russian boy’s shoulders.
Derek wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close.
“Ye sap, whit's this fur?”
“Just felt like you needed it.”
The Scottish boy laughed, wiping a tear away. He then leaned down to steal a kiss from his lover. It was slow and sweet at first however it gradually heated up.
Derek occasionally pulled away to place butterfly kisses along his neck, bringing life to old fading hickeys. A small hum of contentment left the blonde’s lips.
Derek gently reached for Ryan’s chin angling him to look down at him and rubbing his thumb against his boyfriend's lips.
“я тебя люблю.”
This was a phrase Ryan knew, one he heard often from his partner. ‘I love you.’
“A love ye tae.”
“And I’m going to protect you. This I promise.”
“Is that sae?”
“Always.”