( Lonely Hearts Club )

[ Y/n ]

Our school was going on a field trip across the country to Washington. The trip would take three or so weeks and only the smartest kids could go.

So how the fuck is Boris Pavlikovsky on this bus?

I mean, I don't care. I've liked him forever. More time with him is great for me but... How? No one would let him sit next to them so I waved him over.

He sat down and we stared at each other for a moment. I smiled and leaned in, hugging him. "Congratulations." I whispered.

I pulled away and he was blushing. "So... How're you?" I asked as the teacher starting doing roll call. "Good, I guess." I nodded and looked away, butterflies filling my stomach.

"How are you?" He asked with his thick accent. "I'm great..." I replied, biting my lip. "So uh... I made something for you." He mumbled.

I looked over at him and he dug through his backpack. A moment later he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

"Sorry, some guys did this... Here I... For you." He passed me the paper and I carefully opened it. Inside there were drawings of me.

Pretty good drawings might I add. I smiled wider and looked at him. "Boris this is so cute." He gave a nervous laughed and nodded.

"Pavlikovsky?" "Uh- here!" Boris called, he then let his head flop forward, onto the table connected to the back of the chair in front of him.

"Y/l/n?" "Here!" I called back.

After finally departing from the school parking lot, Boris and I started to really get to know each other. "I don't like busses. I always get like... Picked on or whatever." I hesitated before reaching down and taking his hand in mine.

"It's okay, I'll protect you." I joked. He gave a small grin and nodded.

It was dark now and I couldn't keep my eyes open. Boris was pretty tired too so I pulled my blanket out of my bag and put it over us.

I leaned my head on Boris's shoulder, wrapping my arms around his slim waist. He, in turn, wrapped his arm around my body, resting his hand on my side. "Is this okay?" He whispered.

I nodded and cuddled closer to him.

"Boris, Y/n... Wake up. We're getting breakfast." I opened my eyes and saw that no one else was on the bus but us and a teacher. "I have to go in but you two will be in soon, right? I trust you Y/n."
I nodded and she left.

"Boris..." I whispered. "Boris!" I whispered again. He shook his head and flopped forward, slamming his head on the table in front of him.

I sat him up and saw that he was still asleep. "Jesus Christ...." I ran my fingers over his cheeks before placing a soft kiss on his jawline.

He smiled and looked down at me. "SHUT UP!" I shouted, embarrassed. I clambered over him, out of the seat. I ran out of the bus with Boris behind me.

Before we could get inside he grabbed my waist and pulled me out of sight. He hugged me from behind, his head resting on top of mine.

"Kisses more." I smiled and turned around, lightly pushing him.

We walked inside and went up to the counter to order.

We were back on the bus and Boris was getting more comfortable with me. He and I listened to music together, he showed me some sick ass Russian songs he liked.

He also showed me a song that made me feel a different type of way...

Fuck this bus.

We made it to our first hotel and we're getting our room keys. "Y/n I'm only letting you and Boris share a room because I know you're responsible. Don't make me regret this."

I nodded and took the key. Boris and I raced upstairs to the room. It was small and only had one bed.

One bed and a pullout.

"Don't even consider sleeping on that piece of shit. We'll share the bed." He smiled and nodded.

Boris jumped onto the bed and turned the tv on. I closed the curtains and put the 'Do not Disturb' on the door.

"Boris, can I wear one of your shirts?" I asked. I do have my own shirts but I'd prefer his. "Sure." He replied. I opened his bag and grabbed a shirt.

I took my shirt off near the door, a wall blocking his view of me. I reached back to unclip my bra, excited to finally get this shit off.

Only it didn't unclip.

It was stuck.

I'd known this one frequently got stuck and that I needed someone else to undo it but I thought I'd be in a room with a girl.

Not Boris Pavlikosky.

I walked over to the bed, wearing only my bra and a pair of pajama shorts. Boris looked up for a moment before shifting so he was sitting up.

"Um... I- I need your help. My uh... My bra is stuck..." I asked, embarrassed. Boris pat the edge of the bed and I walked over.

I sat down and he scooted closer to me. The only light in the room came from the tv. Boris worked on my bra, trying to get it undone.

After struggling for a few minutes he finally got it. Boris's hands moved down to my hips as he leaned in and placed a wet kiss on the back of my neck.

I let out a pleasure-filled sigh and let my bra fall onto the floor. "We don't have to..." he whispered in my ear as I leaned into him. "I want to..." he brought his hands up my torso slowly.

I reached back and grabbed his neck, tilting my head to the side. Boris leaned down and kissed my neck, "Don't leave hickeys anywhere visible." I whispered. He nodded and his hands stopped just under my boobs.

"You're sure? I don't want to force you." I nodded and took Boris's hands, placing them on top of my chest.

I sighed and put my hands down to grip his thighs through his jeans. "Can I eat you out?" I nodded and laid in the middle of the bed.

Boris slid my shorts off, leaving my thong where it was. "Fuck... I've never done this so..." I nodded and looked down at him.

He pulled my underwear down, not breaking eye contact with me. I nodded as he got it off. Boris lowered his head between my legs.

I closed my eyes and Boris lightly kissed the tender skin, making me gasp. He