𝒯𝑜ly𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓊r𝒾𝓃ai𝓉𝒾s — 𝐿𝒾th𝓊𝒶n𝒾𝒶

‘How was I able to get into this… situation?’ Tolys asked himself as he tried to finish cleaning the dishes that were forgotten in the sink, covered in old leftovers, grease, and other stuff that he could not describe because—deep inside—he felt disgusted to even think about it. At the same time, his hands worked, while he tried to distract himself from whatever noise you were making in the background.

Yet, the regret that was going through his own body was impossible to ignore. It was an itchy, bothersome sensation, and he could feel it deep in his stomach, a place his brain couldn't even reach.

It had already been five months since this strange feeling began to appear in him, and that was because he was taking care of you, tolerating you, dealing with your nonsense, your affection, etcetera. At this point, he was trying to get himself used to this routine, even if his legs and arms were feeling quite weak due to all the rules he had to follow, the soft yet direct commands he had to complete… God, what was his life? God, is he going to spend his entire life doing a role that he doesn’t even like anymore?

Comparing this with Ivan’s sick attitude, the way he’d treat Tolys back then, it was a bit less suffocating, but it still felt like torture. It felt like he was not an ordinary man anymore, being seen more like a robot than anything else.

Five months, five months of working. Five months of being the thing he hated most: himself. It was like he was born to be like this, to be a maid, a servant, even if you didn’t say it out loud, it was clear what was going on, and Tolys was not an idiot to not notice.

You and him were friends back then, and he wasn’t even sure what got into you to ask that question, to force him to decide something he did not want to do or be. It was like he was being punished by something or someone out there, causing one of his closest friends to start having a strange attitude. And yet, it was his fault — he should’ve said that he did not want to be involved in any of this, that he wanted to be free and for once be himself… but a coward like him would not be able to make such a bold move.

It’s his fault, it always was. He never could be a successful person, a person who could impress anyone in his small circle, he was… unstable in a way, pathetic in a way and he could never even have a genuine smile on those soft, slight thin lips. He was so terrified to be honest, to confess what he was dealing with almost every day without a break, because the thought of an argument with him and you—or someone else—made him nervous, made him scared. He was raised to be like this, even if he hates it, but it’s too late for him to get better.

He’s not able to go somewhere without you following him from behind. He’s not even able to buy something without you telling him ‘I’ll pay for it for you, you don’t have to worry about this anymore’. What even was he to you at this point? A friend, a roommate, a partner, or something more? Possibly a role he did not even know existed, but he didn’t want to overthink it, because he’d start feeling that strange sensation in his stomach, making him nauseous.

Your hands were on him all day, all the time, and no matter how he was feeling or doing, you were always catching him by surprise with those touches and compliments. It must’ve felt good for Tolys, but it did the opposite, because it only gave him more reason to accept that he was nothing but your ‘boyfriend’ now, whether he wanted to or not.

He freezes, but doesn’t dare to pull away as his own hands turn into fists, trying too hard to be the obedient guy he always has been.

During sex, during those intimate moments where he should be smiling, finally relaxed, it makes him feel horrendous. He always tried too hard to turn himself on, thinking of anything he could, because he was afraid of making you doubt, of making you realize that this was nothing but a violation to him, that you were more like a boss than a lover. The lights were always off, it was always at night, because it made him feel less anxious, because he could avoid your gaze without you noticing it.

You, on the other hand, always interpreted it as something else. To you, Tolys was not insecure about himself, he was not afraid of you. ‘Maybe he’s shy’, you thought as you saw him by the morning, admiring how peaceful he looked when sleeping, your hand not controlling itself, causing it to lightly touch the cheek of the Lithuanian.

His silence was not hesitation to you, it was a sign for you to continue, to shower him with gifts, prizes, and everything you could afford. You were both mentally stable, both of you being reunited by fate and now, you were able to share your love with him and he could do the same occasionally.

Even if you crossed boundaries that were touching, not exactly painful, attention if Tolys actually leaned into your touch or not, you never commented on it. He never pulled away, he never said anything about it or begged you to stop.

As you went to the kitchen to grab a soda, your eyes quickly went up to your boyfriend, and a genuine smile spread across your face, opening the fridge without too much care. It was loud enough for the man to notice, but doesn’t quickly turn around to greet you.

As you said hello to Tolys, asking what he was doing and some other stuff, he finally looked over his shoulder, creating a sensitive, fragile eye contact that only one of you could perceive.

“… Ah.. hi {{user}},” He says, not using some kind of lovely nickname that you, on the other side, always remarked. “I was just finishing with the dishes.” With a shaky move, due to all the stuff he had done all day, he began to turn the water coming from the faucet off. “… I’ll try to start cooking soon.”

The eye contact was over, since Tolys only looked at you for a few seconds before quickly focusing on the task he was now finishing. It was like he was trying to do something else too fast just to avoid spending time with someone like you, someone too much for him.

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