Eddsworld One Shots (Mostly TomxTord)

No Chill (part 3)

Warning: we still sail over the sea of gayness

Tom was sleeping. Tord lay next to him in his bed, running his fingers through his hair. It was so soft, he must've put something in it. It was now late at night, and earlier the two really "connected." They spent the day awkwardly ignoring each other in front of Edd and Matt. But when Tom went to bed, he snuck into Tord's room and cuddled next to him, and now Tord was aware.

He loved how the male in blue made small noises in his sleep, they were so cute. He wondered what Tom dreamed about that made the taller one twitch and quietly squeak in his sleep. Tord sat next to him, trying his best not to wake him as he kissed his forehead after finding out how late it really was. As Tord began to lay down, it made Tom shift around more. Tord closed his eyes, trying to let his dreams take control.

Silence.

Tord was half asleep by now, letting his thoughts soar. He woke up a but when Tom moved his arm across Tord's body. Tord became slightly irritated when he was fully conscious again. He's probably just dreaming again, just ignore him. The Norwegian thought.  As minutes passed, it became harder for him to get some rest. Tom kept whimpering and moving in his sleep, leaving Tord sleep deprived. Just. Ignore. Him. He thought again, trying his best to go unconscious again. He closed his eyes once again, only to be opened when Tom's face was moved right behind Tord's head. Tord could feel his soft breaths wrap around his neck, sending a pleasuring shiver down his spine. Tom inched closer, his nose barley touching Tord's neck.

The room became calm once again as Tom stopped moving around. Tord let out a sigh of relief. He tried to forget that Tom was so close, but couldn't. If only he weren't sleeping, we could have some fun... Tord thought. Oh well. He shut his eyes again and finally let sleep take over.

Tord woke up sweating. He wasn't thinking for a bit, but then remembered what happened. Tord reached for his alarm clock. He picked it up and read the time. 2:38. He put the clock back. He sighed again. All he wanted was to sleep, but it was nearly impossible with Tom heating up the entire bed. Tord looked around the room. The dark room was barely visible, only the moonlight casting though the window.

He suddenly jumped as Tom moaned loudly, almost making him fall off of the bed. Tord glared at the eyeless male, to see that he was still sleeping. Tom moaned again after a few seconds, wrapping his arms around Tord's chest and his legs around Tord's waist. Tord gripped the sheets, very surprised by Tom's gestures. He was about to wake him, only to be cut off by an arousing gasp. Tord felt his legs be pulled closer to Tom. His head was moved closer to Tom's face, hearing Tom's quick, heavy breathing. Tord was blushing red now, secretly wanting this to continue. Tom moaned quietly, moving his head to the Norwegian's chest.

It all went calm for a few minutes. The two cradled each other, but only one was aware of what was happening. Tord began to calm down, too. That was until Tom slightly bit his hoodie, quietly moaning again. Oh no, Tord thought. He hugged Tord tighter, breathing heavy once more. As Tom exhaled, a long, low moan was followed right after. Tord felt very good about the situation, silently thankful that this was happening to him. Tom's teeth held onto the hoodie, almost making a hole in the fabric. Tord could feel his chest heating up from Tom's breaths. Tord tried to stay silent, biting his lip to hold back a gasp of pleasure. Tom suddenly crossed the line as his lower half moved back and forth, attempting to thrust. Tord gave up, his lungs releasing a quiet, but arousing moan. He felt the warmth from Tom's body get warmer as he kept trying to thrust, even though the two were both fully clothed. Tord could feel Tom's private area rubbing against his waist. Tom kept thrusting until he released a very loud and erotic moan. He had barley made a hole through Tord's hoodie as he slowly released his grip from it. Tord was sweating even more than he was before, but he was satisfied. Tom moaned softer as he brought his head next to Tord's face.

Roughly an hour passed and since then, Tord wished Tom would do it again. It didn't happen though, because Tom just went back to making small, cute sounds. Dammit. Tord didn't care about sleep now, he cared about Tom, he realized.

And that was all he ever cared about.

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I wrote this because someone no joke asked for a part 3. I don't mind though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I'm all up for suggestions. Thanks for reading this! (Ya dirty sinner mwahaha)