"So potter," Boris sighs softly, "how's life been?" he chuckles, exhaling a soft cloud of smoke from the bud of his cigarette, his eyes tracing it as it curls to the ceiling.

"Boris, we have been around each other 24/7 for weeks now. I can't take a shower without you clawing at the door like a cat. You know exactly how it's been." Theo chuckles, pointing out this embarrassingly obvious detail as if it was a natural thing, which in this case, it was.

"Sassy one today, aren't you?" Boris chuckles, his laugh soft and airy. For some odd reason that Theo couldn't put his finger on, it seemed softer than usual. Hiding a gentle tone that was usually masked with sarcasm or irony. And, for another odd reason that Theo could probably figure out if he thought hard enough, which he wouldn't, Theo enjoyed it. He enjoyed the warmth in the air, even if it was mixed with the musk of alcohol and smoke. He enjoyed the soft heat radiating from Boris, even if he was sweating. Man, he really must be drunk.

"Ey! Earth to potter?" Boris asks, raising his eyebrow at Theo, who has been staring at the ceiling for about five minutes now.

"Hm? What was that?" Theo replies, blinking rapidly as if to brush off the drunken haze of the night that has washed over his consciousness.

"I said I have a trick to show you," Boris sighs, "maybe you should cut off the alcohol after all, любовь." Boris smiles softly, as if pitying the seemingly blacked-out state Theo must be in. He gently pushes the cigarette into the ash tray, setting it out before returning his gaze to Theo as if he looked like a Greek sculpture he couldn't bear to part with.

That name. Theo has tried figuring out what it means, but in Boris' broken dialect, it's almost impossible to figure out what the word even is, which is something that has annoyed Theo to no bounds.

You may be asking, why can't Theo just ask? Well, he has. The same conversation has occurred many times throughout their friendship, Theo always asking, pleading, for the meaning, and Boris giving a wave of omission as a subtle flush creeps up his neck.

This time, like many other times, Theo ignores it. Although the thought of a flustered Boris sends shivers down his spine, he's not ready for the lecture that comes after it, always about "Americans and their lack of cultural awareness," as Boris put it.

"So, Potter, You going to ask what it is i want to show you?" Boris grins devilishly, obviously waiting for the approval to drag Theo up and out of the impossibly warm bed they both lay in. No homo, of course.

"Fine. Make it quick, my head feels like its being pounded by a hammer." Theo grumbles, lifting the blanket off of his body. He shivers softly, goosebumps raising all along his legs.

Boris immediately grabs his hand, interlacing their fingers like usual and dragging him down the stairs of the empty house. Something about the eagerness of the act, or even possibly just the fact that they are holding hands, gives Theo a rush of excitement, or maybe its the alcohol in his system. Either way, he is on cloud nine and he isn't complaining.

Boris eventually drags Theo outside to the pool, stopping on the edge and staring into the beautifully clear water, a serene stillness heavy in the atmosphere of the backyard.

"Watch potter, i won't do it again." Boris grins, shooting Theo a flirtatious wink before stripping off his shirt and pajama pants, leaving him adorned in a pair of black boxers and nothing else.

Theo sits down over the edge of the pool, dipping his feet in the cold water, his hands on the cold concrete as Boris takes his position on the diving board.

"You watching, любовь? Boris calls out, grinning excitedly like a child that just got told they get a Christmas present early.

"Yup, go on and show me." Theo replies, a soft smile curling the edges of his lips as he tries not to stare too hard at the obvious elephant in the room, also known as Boris's physique, or, less professionally, his captivating abs.

Boris jumps off the board and does a simple flip, obviously a newly learned trick that he had been practicing before Theo got there.

Theo watches with red cheeks as Boris swims up, arms resting on the edge of the pool as he sits between Theo's open legs.

"Well, did you like it?" Boris asks, practically wiggling with energy as he slicks his wet hair back, a single curl slipping out of line, framing his face beautifully.

Theo couldn't help himself, shamelessly staring at his face, admiring the structure and cold beauty of his pale, porcelain skin before stuttering out a soft whisper, "I really need to kiss you."

And before Boris can even question what's happening, Theo takes the face he was admiring into his hands, feverishly pressing his lips against Boris's.

Boris stands rigid before softly melting, his hands moving off the pool to rest on Theo's thighs. His breath smells of heavy liquor and tobacco, but Theo only pushes further, his hands moving to tangle in Boris's wet curls.

After what seems like minutes of gentle kissing and soft panting, the two part. Both of them stare at their swollen red lips and smile, making eye contact before bursting into giggles that could only signal the beginning of puppy-love, or whatever people say now.