Both Pavel and Bones didn't go to sleep. They laid there just waiting for the sun to come up. Bones had his arm wrapped around Pavel's shoulders, lightly touching the raised scar from one of Pavel's visits to the pole. Usually when people touched it, it was a constant reminder for Pavel that he wasn't loved or cared about at all, but as they were laying there and Bones was just gently tracing it, he felt loved and wanted. Pavel had snuggled up close to Bones, laying a hand on his chest, just feeling him breath and his heart beat.
As the sun rose, both of them looked at each other and sat up in the bed. Bones remembered that Pavel wanted to have a picnic for today, so they would have to set out at a decent time.
"Alright kid, where's this uh…place of yours we're going to go?" Bones asked, still wrapped around Pavel.
"Eet ees past ze hay bales. Zere are high grasses and a barn. But eet von't be a real picnic because ve do not have food…" Pavel sighed with disappointment.
"Hey! That's alright. Just as long as we're enjoying the time together, I think we'll survive." Bones squeezed Pavel's shoulders and reassured him.
"Zank you Leonard. I zink zat ve should geet up now, because eet might be a far valk." Pavel crawled over Bones, hopping off the bed and leaving the room. "I vill be right back!" He called. Bones smiled and slid of the bed himself, grabbing his clothes and tugging them back onto his body. They were still slightly damp from the rain shower they had experienced yesterday, but other than that they were fine. He finished buttoning up the vest and felt for his holster. His gun…where was it?! Frantic, he turned in circles, trying to remember where he put it. Then it came to him. Under the bed. Bones reached under the bed for his gun, but hesitated. Would he really need his gun? There wouldn't be any possible threats if this were in the town borders? Bones pulled away from the bed, standing up. This would be the first time he would leave his gun and actually travel away from it. For years he had used that gun as a sense of security. Now he was leaving it under a bed. It was like a short, solemn parting. He knew he would be back to get it.
He grabbed a couple other things and stuffed them in his pockets. Such as the steel knuckles and knife he had found. Then he left the room, closing the door. He traveled next door to meet Pavel, who was just buttoning up his shirt. Bones leaned up against the door frame and smiled at him.
"You almost ready?" He asked. Pavel looked up at Bones, smiling and nodding.
"Ah yes! I eem ready! Here, me might need zis." Pavel stretched his arm under the bed and brought out a knitted blanket with dull patches of color that matched the Russian nesting dolls on the mobile. Ends were frayed and it looked like it had been through a lot.
"What is it?" Bones entered the room, observing the blanket. As he peered closer, it looked like one of the corners had been charred. "Is it from the fire?"
"Yes. Eet vas my baby blanket." Pavel held it close to his chest, taking a large breath, sniffing in the fumes of the blanket, bringing back old memories.
"It's big to be a babies' blanket…isn't?" Bones questioned. He knew baby blankets were only about two feet by two feet or so.
Pavel laughed lightly. "In Russia, eet ees already freezing cold and when winter comes, eet ees even colder."
"Oh. Well what do we need it for?" Bones asked.
"For seeting on of course. " Pavel smiled and skipped towards Bones, handing him the blanket and walking out of his own room.
"Aren't you afraid it's gonna get ruined?" Bones turned around and asked, stepping out, closing the door behind him.
"I have had zees zing for a long time. I zink zat eet ees time I put eet to use." Pavel told Bones. There was something serious about his voice. Bones wanted to think that maybe it was his transition from being a helpless child to a grown man. Maybe, Maybe not?
"Okay. Whatever you want." Bones shrugged. "Let's go get some horses."
Bones and Pavel left the house with only the blanket. They didn't need anything else really. Neither of them were hungry nor were they in danger, so that meant they didn't need any weapons. They just walked to the stables nonchalantly, dodging glances and people all the way. When they reached the stables, there was no one there except for them. Jim and his group had left their horses here and hadn't come back to get them.
"I think it would be alright if we borrowed Jim's horses…" Bones suggested, entering the stables with Pavel right at his side.
"I don't zink zat vould be a problem." Pavel shrugged, moving forward to one of the padlocks, unlocking it and tugging gently the horse's reins, guiding it out. Bones followed in suit, unlocking a gate to another horse stall, guiding it out of the stables, where Pavel had already taken his out and mounted it. He looked back at Bones bashfully, smiling. Bones smiled back and got up on his horse, riding it out to meet Pavel. He carefully tied the blanket towards the front of the saddle.
"You can lead this time, since I have no clue where we're going." Bones told Pavel.
"Alright! I vould be a pleasure!" Pavel bounced in his seat happily, lightly clicking his tongue, urging the horse forward. Bones followed as the two of them left the town and traveled out to Pavel's secret place…
Pavel and Bones rode out to the barn that Pavel had been gloating about all day. He said that it was a place he used to go when he was a child. Somewhere he could be alone, yet still be in the town's borders. He had said it was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen…ever. The serenity of the barn was soothing for him. Only he knew about it. He would never let his father know about it, then Pavel would have no way to be alone when wanted.
As they reached the barn, Bones finally saw what Pavel had been talking about non-stop. It was a tall, one story barn made of old, and slightly rotted plywood. Giant green ferns swallowed the whole property, nearly reaching the horses knees. Green weeds climbed up all sides of the barn, giving the wood a darker look and a calmer feel to it. Purple flowers had bloomed in small groups around the barn and the field, giving off a soothing smell. Tall grasses seemed to swallow the ground.
"Pavel, this is amazing." Bones uttered as he stopped the horse and jumped off.
"I know. Zat ees vhy I suggested it." Pavel smiled and helped himself off the horse, jumping onto the ferns, which reached his waist.
"Really kid, nice choice." Bones congratulated Pavel kindly while taking the blanket off of the horse.
"Zank you. Now…I vill find a place for us to seet. I'll call you vhen I have found eet." Pavel grinned and stood on his tiptoes, kissing Bones on the cheek, then he wandered off into the tall grass.
"Alright." Bones smiled and worked the blanket off the horse, becoming almost giddy. Pavel was such an amazing person…Bones felt lucky…so lucky to have stumbled upon him in a time of confusion and feeling lost. He would be sure to treat him right. He could not mess this up.
Bones eventually was able to tug the blanket off the horse, folding it back up and tucking it under his arm. He walked towards the barn, in hopes of finding Pavel there, waiting for him. The green ferns grazed his arms and the scent of the purple flowers relaxed him. He forgot about everything that had corrupted his life and the wrongs he had made.
"Leo! Over here! Over here!" Pavel called out. Bones looked up, spotting Pavel jumping up and down near the entrance of the barn. He quickened his pace to reach Pavel and reached the entry way.
The large jut out of the roof on the barn made for the perfect shade spot in the hot sun. Soft, lower, mossy grass covered the ground beneath them with a few wildflowers growing randomly in places. It was perfect.
"Nice spot." Bones nodded as he looked around.
"Zank you." Pavel sat down on the ground, staring up at Bones with a look in his eye. It was a look that Bones had seen on the young boy's face. He knew it was. There was no way he could forget that face. It was relaxed, but alert and ready, lusty, but not overpowering. "Seet." Pavel commanded softly. Bones rolled out the knitted blanket and covered the ground. Pavel rolled his eyes playfully, standing up and grabbing Bones by the collar, pulled him down next to him.
"Jeez kid, I was just—" Bones was quickly interrupted by Pavel roughly grabbing him and pulling him onto his lips. Pavel wasn't going to wait for the goddamned blanket. They had the soft ground and that's all they needed.
Bones, quite startled, jumped up and away, wiping his mouth. "What was that?! I mean, I know what that was…but…but, I thought…" He exclaimed, looking around the field in confusion.
"Bones…ve both know zat…vell…ve both know zat zere vill come a time vhen ve vill do…ze zing…" Pavel searched for the right words, so not to scare Bones off so quickly.
"You mean like…" Bones gave Pavel a look. And Pavel nodded knowingly. "Kid! You're only seventeen. Do you know how wrong and illegal that is?" Bones asked.
"Seence vhen deed you care about ze rules?" Pavel asked right back, crossing his arms. Bones looked around and swung his hands.
"Damn kid, I don't know. I just don't want to rush you…or anything."
"You are not rushing me!" Pavel exclaimed. "Now come back down here before I pull you back! Please…"
Bones wasn't sure whether he was going to regret what he was about to do or not, but for now, he just went with it. So he joined Pavel, in the midst of the field, sitting down with him, reaching for Pavel's hand, holding it tightly. Bones turned and looked straight into Pavel's eyes, reaching the deepest part, where all the secrets and abuse lay, hiding. It was something that had forever ruined Pavel and his innocence, but Bones wasn't going to let that happen again to him. He loved this kid too much. He gently leaned out and grazed Pavel's jaw, holding it ever so delicately. Pavel bared a small, happy, genuine smile before going all the way, leaning in for the big kiss.
It was only moments before Pavel was ontop of Bones, breathing heavily, whispering lovely things in Russian into Bones' ear. It was more of just foreplay, touching, talking…things such as that. Bones tried his best to keep himself calm, but everytime Pavel's mouth touched his body, he would cringe as his heart rate elevated.
"Dammit kid…why don't…you just get it over with…" Bones tried to speak in between quick breaths and kisses that Pavel was giving him.
"I vas just vaiting for you to say ze word." Pavel smiled deviously, working his hands down Bones' chest, unbuttoning the buttons, revealing his muscular, fit, chest. Only for a moment did Pavel stop and listen closely to Bones' heart beating rapidly. Knowing that Pavel was doing his job right, he discarded the shirt, throwing it aside. Not it was time for the real work to begin.
The notorious outlaw from Georgia and the young and abused, other wise sweet teen from Russia spent nearly the whole rest of the day laying in the sweet, tall grass, covering them from the outside world. At first, Pavel had panicked, but Bones was there to comfort him and then it was just pleasure and lust from in on out. They rolled around in the grass, kissed, threw all unwanted clothes into the barn and most of all, enjoyed each other…explored new things, learned new things about each other that they had never known. It was the only time that Bones had not seen Pavel so innocent. That amused him highly, only making this new experience even better than he expected.
The aftermath of their rambunctious activities were tamer than their sexual endeavors they had just engaged in. Both of them were laying on the grass, the blanket covering their waists. Pavel had curled next to Bones, leaning his hot, sticky, sweaty head against Bones' heaving, hot chest.
"Leonard…zat vas….amazing." Pavel sighed heavily. Bones smiled and wrapped his hand around Pavel.
"Thanks…" Bones uttered quietly. Pavel just snuggled deeper next to Bones and closed his eyes.
"Ya lyublyu tebya." Pavel whispered.
"I love you too…my Pasha." He returned. Pavel smiled to himself. Pasha was a nickname and a very close term of endearment towards him. It meant the world that Bones called him that. No one had ever attempted or tried to give him a nickname or such. Why? Because no one knew him well enough, because he didn't have friends before this, and if someone was going to call him Pasha then they would have truly love him and Pavel would have to love them back.
"I like zat nickname." Pavel muttered.
"Do you? That's good, because I was still going to keep it whether or not you did or didn't like it." Bones smiled and brushed his hands through Pavel's fluffy blonde hair. Pavel let out a sigh and stared up at the sky.
"Eet ees beautiful…" Pavel whispered. Bones looked over at Pavel, with the smallest smile on his face.
"Yeah. Real beautiful." He responded softly. Pavel turned his head and saw Bones staring at him lovingly. In that moment, it evoked so much emotion for Pavel that he couldn't hold it in. His eyes stung and his throat closed up and his heart hurt with. Bones watched, confused as Pavel's eyes turned red and small tears fell off his face and onto the ground beneath them.
"Why—Pasha…why are you crying?" Bones sat up, grabbing Pavel, and holding him close.
"I—I don't know…" He hiccupped and crawled into Bones' lap, crying heavier. "I just—just, no one has ever treated me like zis before." He hiccupped again and Bones held him closer, cradling him carefully. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around them, shielding them from the outside world.
"Is that a good or bad thing?" Bones asked, leaning his cheek against Pavel's head.
"Eet ees good. Wery good. I'm just not used to it. My mother called me her little Pashka. Just hearing zat again…" Pavel cried more and Bones rocked him back and forth, trying to soothe him.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. And if I do go, you're coming with me. I swear." Bones promised Pavel. It was in this moment that Bones knew for sure he couldn't go anywhere without that kid. He needed Pavel and Pavel needed him.
"Really?! You vould take me avay from zis?" Pavel asked, looking up at Bones with his bright blue eyes with a hint of red from crying. His face was tears stained and a few small tears were dropping down his face. Bones carefully wiped them away with his thumb and nodded.
"Yes. Of course. Kid, I don't know what in the hell I would do without you…or any of the others. You all complete me. You've been what I have been searching for." Bones hugged Pavel tightly.
"I eem glad zat you found our town…out of all ze ozzer beeg ones. You found Enterprise." Pavel wrapped his lanky arms around Bones hugging him.
"Ha, yeah. I got real lucky." Bones grinned and lightly kissed Pavel's cheek. "God kid…I'm not a real romantic…or I wasn't, what have you done to me?" Bones joked. Pavel smiled cheerily.
"I seem to have zat effect on you." Pavel laughed, mocking Bones from the night earlier.
"Hell yeah you do." Bones smiled against Pavel's cheek, slowly slinking down to his bare shoulders, kissing his light brown freckles that decorated his small frame. Bones ran his hands over Pavel's back, bringing him closer. Pavel smiled and closed his eyes, leaning his head on Bones' shoulder.
"Moi Lev Kosti Makkoy…" Pavel murmured into Bones' neck.
"Hmm?" Bones asked, pressing his lips against Pavel's sensitive neck.
"It's 'My Leo Bones McCoy'…in Russian." Pavel told him.
"Ah…I see…how do I say…my darling Pasha in Russian?" Bones moved his head and looked at Pavel sweetly. Pavel glanced up at the sky for a moment, thinking.
"Uh…zat ees 'Moy milyy Pasha'." Pavel told him.
"Ah. Okay. Moy milyy Pasha." Bones struggled with the words, but was able to say them in a jumbled sort of sense. Pavel squealed with joy and hugged Bones around the neck.
"I love it vhen you try to speak Russian." Pavel joked. Bones smiled.
"I try my best." He shrugged.
"Vell you are cute vhen you try. You should do eet more often. Zen you might get luckier." Pavel winked and giggled.
"Oh would I? Okay…let's see, I remember you yelling out the phrase…yo-moyo when you saw my hand cut open. Yo-moyo!" Bones exclaimed. Pavel laughed and gently pushed Bones flat down on the ground.
"Good job, You deed wery vell!" Pavel giggled again, giving small pecks among Bones' chest and neck. "Do you vant to get lucky again?" Pavel whispered to Bones, who was on his back, looking up at Pavel.
"Maybe…I still don't know Pasha…you're still seventeen…" Bones was still utterly conflicted with the age difference. It's what bothered him the most.
"I vould you just shut your mouth about ze age gap, I zanyat'sya so mnoy lyubov'you?" (и заняться со мной любовью) {use google translate and use the 2nd Russian phrase)
"I don't know what that means, but hell kid, I love you too much, let's do this." Bones smiled and flipped Pavel over, pinning him on the ground. "Pasha, uh…ye tylbu…screw it, I love you." Bones struggled with his Russian, but gave up. And for the next two hours, Bones made Pavel squeal, cry out, and yell Russian words until Pavel took hold of the situation and shocked Bones into the next state. Bones cringed with pleasure and once again, there were more fingernail impressions on Pavel's are back and the grass from the ground that we was laying on, had been tore out in shreds.
The sun was high over the sky by the time Bones and Pavel were back laying on the ground, out of breath. The heat and sun were slowly slinking towards the barn, their shadowy cover, slowly fading. Both of them were even hotter than they had been before.
"Can ve…please get out of ze sun?" Pavel asked, breathing heavily.
"Yeah. I think that would be a smart idea. C'mon." Bones carefully rose to his feet, draping the blanket over Pavel and himself as they hurried into the barn, soon collapsing on top of a large pile of hay.
"Bozhe moy Lev…" Pavel murmured. Bones smiled as he lay next to Pavel, knowing what he had said.
"Come here Pasha." Bones wrapped his arms around Pavel as he crawled closer, nestling close to Bones, an arm laying lazily over his chest. "I'm going to get you out of this town. I swear, even if it's the last thing I do." Bones swore.
"Leo…I know you vill! Do no vorry! Vere vill ve go? Austin?" Pavel asked dreamily. Bones froze up. He was wanted in Austin and nearly every other place. They would have to travel out of country…
"I was thinking maybe New York, or…out of country. Tell me Pashal, would you like to go to Russia?" Bones asked. He knew that they would need money to actually get a ticket for a ship to Russia, but Bones had a feeling he would find the money.
Pavel sat up, looking at Bones with a shocked expression. "Yes! Yes! Please! Take me back to Russia!" He begged desperately.
"Then it's settled, we will!" Bones smiled and Pavel tackled Bones with a hug.
"Zank you! Zank you!" He repeated over and over again. "But vhat about Jim? And Sulu? Ze rest of zem?" Pavel asked.
"We'll have to see about that…we're having a meeting sometime soon. Before your father comes back into town." Bones assured Pavel.
"Vonderful." Pavel sighed and ran his hand all throughout Bones' dark, lopsided, messy hair. "I don't know how much I can express my zanks."
"Kid, it's alright. I know how you feel. Don't worry about it." Bones reassured Pavel, closing his eyes. "When do you think we should go back to town?"
"I vant to go back never, but I guess zat ve have to." Pavel sighed.
"Don't worry, you're safe with us. You really don't have anything to panic about." Bones told him.
"Okeey. Zank you…again." Pavel curled up amongst the hay pile, relaxing again as he rested next to Bones. Happiness had once again been achieved and Pavel looked forward to his life once more.