Tommatt stuff

Christmas Party - 💝📕

Yes, you saw that first emoji right. This is my first ever smut!! I'm kinda excited to start but I'm also sorta nervous. I've said this before but this most likely won't be a regular occurrence, I just wanna take a step out of my comfort zone and try something new. As nerdy as it sounds, I'm seeing this as an educational experience for myself.

Despite being smut, this oneshot will not include any s3x. What it will include is...
-Making out
-Implications of s3x
-in a general sense, 13-14+ is recommended, though it all depends on your maturity level. Some people are more mature than others so if you think you can handle it and won't get in trouble, go right ahead.

A little short btw. Especially the ACTUAL good stuff

3rd person POV

     Edd set a bowl of starlight mints and mini candy canes on the table, right next to all sorts of candy and treats. He was hosting a Christmas party and him and Matt couldn't be more excited. Well, of course Tom was not very thrilled, but Matt sure was. He even painted the tip of his nose red and put on a reindeer antler headband to get in the spirit.
  "Alrighty, guys. The guests will be here in about five minutes,"  Edd told his friends. "Matt, try not to do anything too stupid. Tom, try not to drink too much this time. We all know what happened the last time you got too drunk at a Christmas party..."
  Tom laughed a bit at the memory of him kicking over the Christmas tree and nearly setting it on fire. "Alright, I'll try," he settled. "No promises, though."
   "Eh.. I'll take it," Edd replied. He checked the time on his phone. "Ah, it's 6:30! Just about time for people to start arri-" he wasn't even able to finish his sentence before tons of people stormed in. Some were familiar like Bing, Larry, Ell, Matilda, Tamara, and some old high school friends of theirs, others were not.
  "Did you REALLY have to invite this many people?" Tom groaned. "This place is more packed then when we had all those clones in here."
  "I didn't think all of them would come!" Edd whisper-yelled, moving on to greeting them.
   Tom sighed. "I need a drink.."
  Matt walked up to him before he could get to the fridge, putting a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to stop him. "You know what Edd said, Tom," he told his lover. "You shouldn't drink too much, especially not in front of all these people."
  "Don't worry your pretty little head about it," Tom assured him. "I can handle my alcohol fine. Plus, I'll try not to drink any more then two bottles."
  "Hm..." Matt thought about it for a moment. He really didn't want Tom to get drunk and humiliate himself.  Even worse, he really didn't want him to get drunk and hurt himself and/or anyone else. However, he had a good point. Despite always getting drunk, Tom had a good alcohol tolerance. It took a lot to get him drunk enough to do anything too crazy, like how the Christmas tree fiasco took about four-five bottles. "Alright, but promise you won't drink too much, okay?"
  Tom nodded. "Alright, whatever you say." He grabbed a bottle and found a place to sit away from everyone else.
  Meanwhile, Matt looked around to see if there was anyone he knew.
  "Boo!" He heard from behind him. He let out a slight yelp and turned around to see who it was. It was Matilda, who he hasn't seen in quite a while. "Haha! I got you!"  She giggled.
  "Matilda! It's great to see you!" Matt chimed. "It's been forever, how's life been?"
  She shrugged. "Meh, just the usual," she told him. "Nothing that great has happened in a while. How about you?" Her expression lights up. "Oh! how are you and Tom? You know, with your relationship."
  Matt froze. "H-how did you know we were dating?" He stammered.
  "Edd told me like, a few minutes ago." Matilda says. "Congrats to both of you!"
    "Aw, thanks!" Matt tells her before someone comes up to him, half-leaning on him. It was Tom.
  "Ugh, this party's so boring," he complains. A crooked smirk grows across his face. "How would you like to.. spice things up a bit in private.. if you know what I mean."
  Matt was blushing profusely. "R-right now? In the middle of a party filled with people we hardly know? Hon, how much did you drink?"
  "Only a bottle and a half, honest," he tells him. "I'm hardly even tipsy."
   Matt thinks about it for a moment, eventually giving a similar smirk to the one that was on his lover's face. "In that case.. Matilda, I'll be right back.." he says.  Matilda stays silent, not wanting to imagine what the two would be doing as they excitedly rush to somewhere they can go in private.
   They found the perfect place: Tom's bedroom. He had it entirely blocked off in fear of someone coming in and harming his precious bass.
   They slipped through the door, Tom locking it immediately. Matt could tell he was in for a good time by the look on his face.
  "So.. let's get this party started, shall we?" Tom asked.
  Matt smiled, his face bright red. "Of course, honey," He gushes. "You have my full consent, please proceed."
  In an instant, their lips collided. They leaned against the bed, Tom ending up on top of the taller man and somewhat pinning him down. He licked the bottom of his lip, requesting entry. Matt accepted this and they were soon making out. He could taste everything that he's consumed in the past 30 minutes: Smirnoff, peppermint, and a hint of sugar cookie. It wasn't the worst combination of flavor. In fact, it fit the scene just right.
    They pulled away for a moment to take a breather. The dainty dot of red paint that used to be on the tip Matt's nose was now messily smeared across him and Tom's faces. It was a red-pink mess.
Tom took one last deep, heavy exhale before speaking "Now.." he sighed. "..what do you say we take this a step further..?" He looked down at the zipper of the taller's pants and back into his eyes to get his point across.
  Matt's lovesick face was just as red as the paint spread across it. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask!" He called out. "I'd be absolutely thrilled!"
  As the lovebirds were about to start, they heard the door open. It was Edd.
  "Hey, party's over. You guys can-" he observed their position and the paint across their faces. "..something tells me I shouldn't have walked in.."
  The two were completely frozen like deer in headlights. "Uhm... yeah..." Tom stammered, getting off of the ginger and sitting up straight. Matt did the same.