Chapter 1
Pavitr couldn't help but whine, his eyes rolling back as his back was forced into the mattress again. Such a nice wall. Such a nice ceiling.
Pavitr wasn't supposed to have such thoughts, but it was stronger than him. He cried out once again, trying o buckle his small hips against Hobie's bigger ones. He was tired and if he was being honest he wanted to sleep, not having his underdeveloped vagina filled up with his older friend's cock, too bad he was too drunk to even mention the age of consent- Or just consent in general. He could barely speak anyway.
Hobie was always so perfect, since Pavitr got here he couldn't help but always look up in a dreamy manner, he had to admit that sometimes he would even follow him- It was pretty innocent though because Pavitr simply wanted to see his new crush as much as possible.
When Hobie spoke to him it felt like the best day of his life, he tried to act brave.. But Hobie seemed to like the fact that he was failing at it. Every time they spoke Pavitr would try a different way, just to gain more respect from his older friend!
At first it was him breaking small rules. He would sneak out, maybe steal a chocolate or two. Hobie seemed to love it. It was never enough though... Alcohol came next. At first he would just take a sip from Hobie's beer, making sure it was big enough to make Hobie praise him or at least chuckle softly, it quickly became them both chugging down bottles of vodka, causing Pavitr to have a hungover or causing him to vomit his guts out. But as long as Hobie held him close it was alright. As long as he was mature enough for Hobie to love him it was alrighty.
...There were other consequences of course, his grades went down, he wasn't able to do his homework or study for his tests. When he was given a paper only thing he could focus on was the headache.
Miguel also didn't miss it. Calling him into his office and.. Calling his alcoholism out. If it was Pavitr from months ago he would be ashamed and listen, but this Pavitr couldn't feel angrier. Miguel kept on calling him a kid- But he wasnt a kid- Lids were stupid and pathetic. He was fifteen years old, he wasn't a 'fuckin' brat' as Hobie used to say sometimes. He was a.. Teen. Almost adult.
It got worse. Finally Pavitr got what he wanted. A kiss.
He hated it.
It was supposed to feel heavenly, free as if nothing could stop him but- He just wanted to vomit- Go home and do his homework. He knew he should have liked it. That it meant Hobie loved him just like he dreamed of but- ... Pavitr spent the night with a bottle of liquor and tears. He couldn't get it why he wanted to ben a pathetic kid all of a sudden, especially when it was more than shameful.
Kissing turned into groping. Alcohol turned into drugs.
Pavitr hated groping but loved drugs, that's for sure. The reasoning wasn't hard to understand either! When he got high all of a sudden Hobie's hands on his body felt hot instead of alarming. Instead of being a c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶ teen he was an adult.
Pill after pill.
Shot after shot.
Finally Hobie got what he wanted.
He thrusted into the boy, chucking under his breath as the boy squirmed and cried beneath his. Moving his face closer, placing a passionate kiss on his lips.
"You're so fuckin' tight Pavi..."
The kid below him just moaned, wrapping his arms around Hobie, seeking comfort while high and drunk out of his mind- Hobie had to admit. He haven't even took a sip from his alcohol, nor have he snorted the cocaine he brought for Pavitr and 'himself'.
Pavitr was just way needier this way. When only he was intoxicated.
Plus he didn't fight back.
Pavitr loved it. Or at least he loved the idea of being worthy of any kind of attention.