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“Feliks. . .I think you’re drinking too much.” Toris said one day to his Polish friend who was lounging on a couch wearing his favourite plaid skirt and beige sweater. “I found a bottle of vodka hidden in under the bathroom sink behind the cleaning products.” He said as he held up the bottle of vodka, which Feliks snatched away with a frown.
“Liet, it’s like there in case I get stuck in the bathroom or something.” Feliks said as he put the bottle down and took a sip out of the glass he had been holding. “There’s totally nothing to worry about.”
Toris’ frown deepened as he watched his friend; he knew the signs of alcohol abuse, had lived with it for centuries even. “Then why are you drinking it before noon?”
Feliks seemed to freeze up for a moment. “That’s like totally not related to anything. Today is as good a day as any for a nice glass. . .Really you worry too much Liet!” He added flippantly, but Toris recognized a slight note of warning in his voice.
The Lithuanian knew that he probably shouldn’t push this any further, knew that it could only end badly. Ivan had never appreciated him bringing up his alcoholism, had literally whipped him for trying to throw out bottle or hide them. But Toris had never stopped trying because Ivan was mean when he was drunk. It was true in the past and it still held true now.
This was why Toris was determined to get Feliks to stop drinking so much. A drink here and there, maybe two or three times a month was not too bad, but Toris was pretty sure Feliks was drinking everyday now. He wondered what had driven his blond friend to seek comfort in the bottle; especially when he had Toris to tell all of his problems to.
With a sigh Toris went over to Feliks and took the glass out of his hand. “Feliks, I am cutting you off from alcohol.” He told his Polish friend.
He did not expect to receive the resistance that he did as Feliks kept hold of the glass and tugged it toward himself. “Like Hell, you’re not my mother Liet.”
Toris wanted to reply that neither of them had ever had a mother, and Toris was probably the closest thing Feliks had ever gotten to one. “Please let go Feliks, this doesn’t have to be difficult.”
“Did you like not hear what I said? I told you know.” Feliks hissed as he tugged the glass toward him again. “So just leave off!” With that he gave a sharp tug causing the glass to slip out of their hands and fall to the ground with a crash, shattering upon impact.
All Toris could do was stand there in shocked surprise as he looked down at the glass that was scattered around his feet. He hadn’t expected this to happen and was almost afraid to look up at Feliks. Fear brought on by past experiences, experiences that lead him to image a twisted grin on the little blond’s face and to soon expect a hard blow that would leave him dizzy. Unbidden he began to tremble.
“Liet it’s totally okay, it was like just a glass.” Feliks’ voice said as he gently touched Toris’ face, causing him to flinch back. “I’m really sorry Liet. You’re right I do totally drink too much and I’ll cut back I promise!” The blond said as he stroked his friend’s cheek. “So don’t shake. . .I. . .” His voice faltered then. “I totally forgot about Ivan and what sort of drunk he is. . .it’s like no wonder you want me to stop drinking.”
Slowly Toris felt his shaking begin to subside and slowly became aware of Feliks’ thumb stroking his cheek and a small sting from where a piece of glass had cut his left foot. He slowly opened his eyes, when had he even closed them, and looked into Feliks own eyes. He was a little surprised to see Feliks smiling back at him lovingly.
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Toris really could do nothing more than watch Feliks as he went and got a band-aid from a nearby shelf; the fact that it was Shinatty-chan did not surprise Toris, and placed it on the cut before leaning down and kissing the bandage. “F-Feliks. . .” Toris said in surprise with a deep blush, which only deepened as Feliks pushed his pants up to kiss up his leg.
“I’m just saying sorry Liet.” Feliks murmured as he pressed his cheek against Toris’ leg, his right hand going up to caress his inner thigh.
Looking down at him Toris’ could see a flush to his cheeks and he wondered if maybe it was from more than the vodka. His own face was bright red from how forward Feliks was currently being. It darkened further as the blond leaned up and pressed their lips together. “I am totally going to make it up to you.” He promised as he leaned down to press a kiss to Toris’ collarbone.
“H-how?” Toris asked wondering if Feliks even realized what he was suggesting.
“Like don’t ask stupid questions Liet.” Feliks said with a chuckle as he moved up to capture his lips again, tongue slipping between them to explore Toris’ mouth and dance with his own tongue. At the same time began to undo the brunette’s shirt with quick fingers, pulling away when the shirt fell open in order to stroke his hands upward from the stomach to tweak his nipples which caused Toris’ to gasp softly.
Feliks chuckled at that and Toris watched him lick his lips like a hungry cat. “Just relax and I will take care of everything.” It was really the only warning Toris got before Feliks’ went back to playing with his nipples and licking at a sensitive scar along his right side causing Toris to moan softly.
It continued like this for a number of minutes, or hours, or days perhaps; Toris seemed to lose all track of time under Feliks’ touches and only came back to himself when he heard the zipper of his pants come undone and felt cool air caressing his erection.
“Feliks wha-aaahh!” Toris cried out in pleasure as Feliks took the head of his erection into his mouth. It felt so good! He wanted to protest but unbidden he felt his hands tangle into Feliks’ hair and push him down further, to which Feliks happily obliged. The blond’s mouth was hot and wet around his pulsing erection and Toris let his head fall back against the couch as he let himself to just enjoy what was happening, even though he was not too sure what had pushed Feliks to do this.
“F-Feliks.” Toris warned as he felt that telltale build up in his gut. Feliks only hummed encouragingly which sent shocks of pleasure through Toris. It was the last straw and with a choked cry he came hard into Feliks’ mouth, his body jerking slightly as he did.
Afterwards he was left panting from the after effects of it; eyes closed and head back he felt his mind get fuzzy as he began to doze off. He only opened his eyes when he heard Feliks chuckling. “Liet, you like totally have to return the favour.” He was standing there before now with his shirt pulled up and his underwear were down around his ankles. Toris felt his heart speed up as he looked at him, without needing any more encouragement he slid off of the couch and did just as Feliks said, he returned the favour.
Later as they lay in Feliks bed; the blond curled up against Toris’s chest and Toris wondering if the pain in his spine would last long, Feliks spoke up. “Liet. . .I totally swear I’ll cut down on drinking because I. . .” His voice faltered as he buried his face in Toris chest. “I don’t want to like remind you of Ivan.”
Toris could not help but chuckle a little at that as he pressed a kiss to Feliks’ forehead. “Thank you.” He whispered lovingly, thinking that there really were no similarities between Ivan and Feliks as he held the other throughout the night, long after they had both fallen asleep.
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