Eddsworld One Shots (Mostly TomxTord)

Wasted

Warning: I feel like I shouldn't even put a warning anymore, it's probably going to be mostly sin from here on out LOL

Tord sat on his bed. It was late at night, and he knew Tom was drinking again. He knew his roommate would get wasted again, just like every other Friday night. Because of how late it was, he assumed Edd and Matt were already sleeping.

Tord scrolled through his social media, liking post after post. He sighed, realizing how bored he actually was. However, that didn't stop him from scrolling. What did stop him from scrolling, however, was hearing footsteps in the hallway, followed by a loud bang on his door. He had a feeling he knew who it was.

Tom burst through the door, slightly stumbling from the door's quick motion. His hand was on the door handle as the rest of his body hung from it. "Tom! Do you realize how late it is? You're fucking wasted!" Tord snapped.

"Fffffuck you... Stupid bitch..." Tom slurred, giving him the finger. The Norwegian only rolled his eyes. He looked back at his phone, hoping and praying that Tom would leave his room. It was no use arguing with a drunk nor telling them what to do, Tord learned this time and time again. Especially with Tom. His thumb swiped across the screen over and over again. He became frustrated when Tom just stood there, watching him scroll. He had enough.

"Tom, what do you wa-"

"HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME!" Tom interrupted him. Tord squinted his eyes and gave him a stupid look. Was he serious?

"You dumbass! We aren't even dating!" Tord screamed at the Brit. Tom's eyes narrowed with fury. He walked over to Tord, tripping on his own legs and scattered clothes in the process. He finally reached the edge of his bed, climbing onto it and sluggishly crawling over to Tord. "Gimme your phone! Whore!" Tom slurred again, reaching for the Norwegian's phone. Tord held his phone above his head, keeping it barley out of reach from the drunk. Tom reached for the phone with one hand, and put his other hand in between Tord's legs, almost touching his crotch. Tord didn't realize how close he was until Tom brought his other hand up, accidentally resting his hand just below his waist. Tord let out an oddly arousing gasp. Tom looked at him straight in the eyes, his face immediately turning red after he realized what just happened. He held his hand there for a few moments, unsure what to do. Tord gripped the sheets, fighting the urge to push Tom off the bed out of frustration. Tom slowly ran his hand down to his inner thigh, the pressure making Tord silently groan. Tord moaned louder as Tom pressed on his thigh, things suddenly becoming heated. "F-fuck... stop..." Tord managed to say. Tom removed his hand after hearing Tord switch moods. Tom sat on his knees now, watching Tord sit back up. Tord took a moment to recover from his "experience". He then looked at Tom, face turning bright red.

"Get the fuck out, now!" Tord hissed as Tom leaped off the bed, almost face planting on the floor. As the drunk ran past the doorway, a shoe flew across the room and nearly missed him.

Tord took deep breaths as he sat back down. "S-stupid fucking drunk... Fucking son of a bitch... Stupid stupid stupid..." He mumbled to himself. He hated it... yet he felt guilty for loving it.

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