WARNING: Some smut is included in this chapter
About two weeks passed and the mood between Tord, Matt, and Edd only lightened from how they were before. Sure Tom would occasionally make a snarky comment or two, but when didn't he do that already? But he was still wary on the intentions of Tord, he would often notice him sitting outside at night and just staring at the sky with a gadget in his hand Sometimes he would hear Tord talking to himself when he was alone before anyone would enter the room. He wasn't an idiot, so he decided that Tord was still in contact with someone that only he knew of. And the inventions never stopped being made over time; there would often be a loose screw laying on the ground near the couch, some sort of device being held in Tord's hand long after he fell asleep, and way more 'upgrades' being done on his arm. The other two seemed to enjoy and find the new contraptions entertaining, but Tom wanted to know what his roommate was up to on his free time.
It was a little after 5 o'clock and Matt and Edd decided to head to the arcade to put an end on some sort of trivial argument they were having. Something about who was better at dance-dance-revolution? Anyways, that left the two 'buddies' alone in the house together for a couple hours. Tom didn't mind it, he actually liked the quiet and took this as an opportunity to hide out in his room and practice on playing Susan.
Tom was jamming out in his room, minding his own business when Tord got bored and stuck his head in to watch and listen to the chords being played with aggression. Tom was so caught up in his own rockstar fantasies that he didn't even notice the Norwegian in the doorway as he got up and swung around the room swiftly while slamming his fingers down on the strings roughly. He headbanged and did a couple tricks for a few minutes, and when he was done he set Susan down carefully while propping her against the wall and turned to go wash the sweat from his face in the bathroom. That is, until he bumped into a tall wall made of red, soft, cloth.
"Wha? Were you spying on me?!" He asked accusingly while taking a few steps back to look the taller man in the eyes.
"Was not, I just happened to be - eh - passing by. And I noticed you having your own little rock concert in here."
"Whatever." He said indifferently while trying to walk past Tord who didn't move from his spot in the doorway. "Excuse me, I would prefer to wash my face."
"You sweat just from playing guitar for a little?" Tord asked, tilting his head slightly in confusion.
"It was more than a little, thank you. And it's much harder than it looks."
"Oh yeah? I'm sure it is." He said sarcastically, stepping aside to let Jehovah pass.
"You know what, never mind! I don't need to wash my face! I'm fine!" He yelled back defyingly as if he was a teenager again.
"That'll show me." Tord smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he tried to see how far he could push before Tom snaps.
The smaller man mumbled various insults under his breath as he walked to his closet to take off his hoodie and grab a new one. It was one of the only instances where Tord really saw Tom's figure stand out: his sculpted chest showing through a black tanktop, a bit of a beer belly protruding from the fabric (though it really wasn't that bad, he just wasn't ripped), and his shoulder blades digging into the soft cloth covering his back. Tord watched as a weird, sickness-like feeling swirled around in his stomach. It made him uncomfortable when he realized a feeling swept across his mind: lust. It caught him off guard, and it took a second for him to realize it, but he would recognize the feeling anywhere. It had been months since he had even thought of jerking it because he had more important things to do, but the urge just to do something spontaneous and possibly hear Tom scream his name with pain in his voice filled Tord's mind, and it drove him crazy. Just imagining the amount of things he could to with Tom made his pupils grow with interest as he fantasized the blissful sound of begging and panting and yelling. He was sadistic and he was damn proud of it. But his thoughts were soon cut short when his soon-to-be victim flicked him in the nose to pull him back to reality.
"Oi, Commie. You can stop watching me change whenever you're ready."
"H-huh?" Tord shook his head and realized that he started his fantasy just as Tom pulled his hoodie off, and now the man was standing in front of him only in boxers and socks with his arms crossed across his chest and his emotionless eyes stared up at him expectantly.
With a scoff, Tom walked past him and grabbed a couple things from the laundry room and set them on his bed. "I would close the door but you're in front of it."
"Awh, and you don't wanna hurt me?" He teased, making a kissy face and winking.
"I don't want to break the bloody door, asshat. Don't flatter yourself."
Dramatically, Tord put a hand on his chest and swooned backwards, leaning on the wall. "You wound me with your words, my dear Jehovah!"
"Dear Lord, you're so irritating." Tom muttered while pulling a fresh shirt over his torso.
Seeing this as an opportunity, Tord rushed to the other man and pushed him against a wall, grinning challengingly. "What're you going to do, Thomas? Punish me?"
Stunned by the physically stronger man pinning him up against the wall and the use of his full name, Tom stared up at Tord with his round, void eyes. He stuttered, not even knowing how to process what was happening, let alone react to whatever the hell Tord thought he was doing. But just as he figured out what to say, the memory of Tord shooting at him throughout the entire house and Jon's dead body laying on the ground meters away flashed in his brain. His mind immediately went to defense mode and he swung his leg as hard as he could straight between the taller man's legs, making contact with his crotch.
If you were watching at the right time and saw it happen frame-by-frame, you could probably see the exact moment Tord's pupils implode on themselves as his sperm count dropped tenfold. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes as his hands flew from holding Tom's wrists to covering his own tiny robot. Everything happened in slow motion for him as he fell to his knees, his forehead lying on the ground and his legs trembling as he tried to process the pain that he had just experienced. He tried to squeak out a single word, but all that came out was whimpers and croaking noises. After about 5 minutes of pure agony and Tom standing there like an idiot not knowing what to do, Tord rolled to his side while still clutching himself.
"W-w-why would you d-do that?!"
"I panicked!"
"Ap-p-parantly!" He stuttered out, his face still flushed darkly from the pain.
"I'm sorry! Uhm.. Let me.." Tom cautiously wrapped his arm around the man curled up on the ground and grunted as he hauled him to his feet. He figured that the least he could do is let Tord lay on his bed for a bit as he rested up, so he did just that.
"Stupid Jehovah's witness.." The norwegian muttered as he layed back on the mattress, still clutching the area between his legs.
"I said I'm sorry, now calm down you big baby." He rolled his eyes and took a step back, looking down at Tord. "Now don't dodge the situation, what the hell were you doing?"
"What did it look like, idiot?"
"It looked like you were about to fuck me." Tom said, his eyes narrowing.
"Ding ding ding! You are correct! Congratulations!" Tord grinned and clapped, rolling over to look at his friend as Tom rolled his eyes.
"I don't need your sarcasm right now, why were you on top of me?" The other man crossed his arms and narrowed his void-like eyes. "Neither of us are queer as far as I know."
"Speak for yourself."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, 'speak for yourself'!" He said a bit louder, sitting up on the soft bed to see if he was still hurting. "Ungh.. You swing hard, you know that?"
"For good reason! You can't just do things like that to people when they aren't expecting it!"
"So if you knew, then you wouldn't have kicked me?" Tord asked, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.
"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying- mmppff!" Tom's voice was soon muffled by a certain commie grabbing him by his hoodie and pulling him forward, pressing their lips together.
At first, Tom struggled against the other's grip, but after a few seconds he stopped wiggling and started leaning into the rough grip Tord had on his hoodie. They continued to kiss for a few moments until Tord pulled his head back, carrying his natural michevious grin that he normally had. "Now was that so bad?"
"Well… No, it wasn't."
"Do you want more?" He teased, already knowing his answer.
"I hate you, stupid commie." Tom responded before leaning in to kiss the other again, feeling the soft skin of their lips connecting sent electric signals through his body.
Then Tord began to advance, licking the lip of the other and sliding his tongue into Tom's mouth, exploring the new area as he tugged him closer. Earning a soft moan from the Jehovah's witness made Tord continue with happiness as he knew that he wanted more. His hand slowly snaked up the blue fabric of the hoodie as he gripped onto Tom's torso, feeling his warm body against his colder hand. As his fingers trailed up and down his sides, he felt the smaller man shiver in his grip with goosebumps beginning to line up and down his hips. With that hand exploring the new terratory, his other hand found his way to the spiked up hair to entangle the soft brown locks in his hand.
Tom, on the other hand, tugged at Tord's hoodie as he began to beg for more, the feeling of submissiveness slowly beginning to take over his senses. He wanted to be in control like he naturally was in most situations, but deep down he knew that he couldn't overpower Tord no matter what he could do. He was a closeted pansexual, and the only person that knew was Edd who found out on accident when Tom got too drunk one night and needed a ride home from the bar. He would've told Matt, but he was scared that Matt wouldn't understand as well as Edd did (Lord only knows how he would comprehend it with his intelligence). And even though he and Tord have only gotten into fistfights, he wouldn't exactly mind if they had gone a little below the belt. The fact he gets a sort of high from fighting only incresed the lust flowing between the two tangled bodies on his bed. Lust or hatred, nothing really could stop what was happening as Tord aggresively groped the other and Tom kept begging for more. He didn't want it to stop, so it didn't come to a surprise to him when he laid on his back and Tord crawled over him.
Tord's mind become fuzzy as some sort of monster inside of him took control, he became an animal when he began to stip the man below him of his clothes and pupils grew with intrest when he saw the pale chest of his partner. He pulled away slightly and began to stroke the sides of Tom's torso which only made him shudder in pleasure. The sheer sight of someone writhing beneath him, turned Tord on to no end. It only made him want to torture Tom more, to make him scream and beg for him to be merciful. Whether it was out of pleasure or pain, Tord knew he was going to get what he wanted soon or he was going to lose his mind.
Ho Boy, was he going to lose his mind.
Author's Note:
Oh man! I'm finally in Hawaii but I have limited access to internet, so please bear with me! I hope this chapter was alright, I wrote it on the plane while a little girl watched Eddsworld with me.
:)
-K
