Blue as Bruises, Red as Blood (TomTord)

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Warning: you already know where this is going lol

Tom sat on his bed. He was reading a guitar magazine and it was filled with loads of stuff he was interested in. The room was dark, even though his lamp lit up a small section of the room. His eyes locked on the page, but a voice in the back kept reminding him of what happened earlier that day. He kept getting distracted by the memories. Tom needed to clear his head, he decided. Tom closed the magazine, but just as he was about to get up, he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in," The door opened slowly, but it eventually revealed Tord. He looked very nervous for some reason. Tord put his hand behind his neck. Tom could tell he was very uncomfortable.

"H-hey, Tom..."

"What's up?" Tom asked, his pitch black eyes looking concerned. Tord flicked his silver gaze over to him, but quickly went back to the floor. "I-I um..." He stuttered with his fresh Norwegian accent.

"Hey, you alright? Come here," Tom patted a spot on the bed. Tord looked again, and began to slowly make his way toward Tom's bed. He watched as the small Norwegian crawled on the bed, sitting next to him with his knees close to his face. Tord looked at the edge of the bed. The Britain lifted his arm arm and put it around his shoulders, to Tord's surprise. He jolted a bit when Tom did that, it made the two look into each other's eyes.

"So, what's up?" Tom asked again. He felt Tord's body shudder. What's his deal?

"I... uh... do you remember what... um..." Tord's face got hotter with each word. He looked at the edge of the bed again, breaking the eye contact. Tom gave him a confused look as Tord mumbled the rest in a low tone. "I'm sorry, what?" Tord shuddered again. "Do you remember... what happened earlier...? B-before Matt and Edd got home...?" Now he was red, blushing like a damn maniac.

Tom went silent for a few moments. Holy shit... It's all my fault... I fucked up... I fucked up... I f-

"Yes." Tom said, interrupting Tord's train of thought. Tord lifted his head and gave him a curious glance. Tom had a feeling he knew were this was going. "Since it's so late at night... Matt and Edd are probably asleep... um... D-do you want to um..." Tom gave Tord an emotionless stare. Tord bit his lip, wondering if he should keep going. Ah, fuck it. I'm too far in.

"Continue...?" Tom made no sound. He just stared at Tord with his emotionless black eyes. Tord flinched as he saw Tom's burning gaze. I really fucked up... I forgot he was tipsy when we did that... He probably was not thinking when it happened. He does not love me... Holy shit...

He suddenly felt the string on his hoodie being playfully wrapped around Tom's finger. Tom slightly pulled on it, revealing a bit of Tord's neck. What the hell is he- Ah!~

Tom's mouth quickly met his neck. Tord erotically gasped in utter shock. Tom kissed his neck, letting his breath heat up the contact. He went at this for a few moments, before deciding to go further. Tom moved closer to Tord, placing his hand on the bed, just in between Tord's legs. He slowly pushed Tord flat on the bed, still keeping Tord aroused. Tord's breathing sped up as Tom remembered where his sweet spot was. Tom could feel his partner's chest quickly rise and fall on his as he went on. The Norwegian gripped the sheets, trying to hold back a heated moan. Tom heard his quick breaths and let his body hover over Tord's. Tord's legs now lay in between his. The Norwegian panted as Tom kept going at his sweet spot. Tom started to go harder, making Tord fail to hold back any moans. His lungs let out pleasuring moans and gasps, and loud ones too.

They finally broke apart, Tom leaving a small red mark on his neck. Their eyes met. As they searched each other's gazes, they found out that they were both craving for more. Tom gave him a seductive glance. Tord saw this as an invitation to continue. Tord nodded.

Tom began to run his fingers along the bottom of Tord's hoodie, barley touching his waist. Tord softly moaned again, so Tom knew he must be doing something right. Tom started to lift Tord's hoodie, only to be stopped when Tord placed his hand on his shoulder. Tom gave him a concerned look.

"L-listen..." The Norwegian started. "Before you do anything else... don't freak out when it's off... okay...?" Tord's face was blushing red. The guy in blue brought his hand up to Tord's face, gently stroking his jawline. "I won't judge, no matter what it is. Just sit back and relax. You have no need to worry, okay sweetie?" He saw Tord's face get even redder when he said that. He hesitated, but accepted. "Don't break your promise," He teased.

Tom heard his last comment and went back to taking off his hoodie. As he lifted it, he became more and more aware about why Tord warned him. A huge scar ran from below his arm, all the way to the other side of his body. He could tell the scar was from years ago, being that it was all healed, but still very noticeable. He finished taking off his hoodie, getting Tord's hair messy in the process. His arms had a few tattoos and scratches on them, but Tom thought nothing of it.

"I told you it's bad..." Tord muttered, feeling discouraged.

He suddenly squeaked as he felt soft lips on his stomach. His face grew more heated as Tom slowly went upwards, kissing Tord's body. Tord softly moaned a few times before Tom finally reached his partner's face. He got really close to his ear. "Nonsense, sweetie." He whispered. His lips suddenly met his. The two closed their eyes, savoring the moment, only to be brought even further. Tom pushed his tongue in Tord's mouth, making him moan with sudden pleasure. Their tongues wrestled as they breathed heavily. Their chests made contact as Tord pulled him closer. Tom always thought Tord tasted sweet, hints at why he gave him his nickname. He suddenly felt Tord's arms wrap around his back, reaching and grabbing the bottom of his blue hoodie. He slowly pulled it off to reveal Tom's bare stomach and chest. He blindly threw the hoodie across the room. Tord opened his eyes a bit, just to take a good look at Tom's body. Satisfied with it, he closed his eyes and was brought back into the kiss.

Tord slightly moaned as he felt Tom's warm hand snake it's way up his body, finally resting it on his shoulder. Wondering why Tom did that, Tord immediately got his answer. He felt a warm hand softly grasp his crotch. Tord broke apart from the kiss and let out a loud moan. Tom rested his head on Tord's shoulder, his lips making contact with his neck once again. Tord couldn't focus on what Tom was intending to do, his mind was too blurry with pleasure. Tom hand went back and forth along Tord's jeans, rubbing his area. Tord moaned again, and this time a little louder. The Norwegian clung onto him as he continued. Tom let his breath heat up Tord's neck, forcing his lungs to let out moans.

"T-Tom... please... I-I... Ah~" Tord managed to whisper in between moans. Tom brought his mouth up to Tord's ear. "Shhh..." He shushed him in a very calming, low-toned voice. However, this made Tord let out one long, drawn out moan. Tom's teeth met Tord's neck, slowly getting more seductive. Tord moaned again. "Ah! Tom... p-please I just... Ah, let m... Ah~" Tom loved how Tord couldn't even find the right words. His accent only made everything better.

Well... almost.

"Tord, can you please turn off your hentai-" Edd stood at the door, completely frozen. Tom and Tord quickly broke apart and hid under the covers as the door finished opening. Edd only had a split second to see the two shuffling around before settling down. Edd could've sworn he saw them moving. He thought for a second... Could they...? No! Of course not! Why would I even think of that, man, I have a dirty mind. Edd quietly walked around the bed. He reached for the lamp on the nightstand, then turned it off. "He better save electricity next time..." Edd quietly mumbled to himself before finally leaving the room and closing the door.

Tord peaked from the top of the sheets to see the room completely black. Tom followed soon after. "Tom," The Norwegian whispered. "Yeah?" Tom was still catching his breath. "That was too close. We are locking the door, next time, yes?"

"Definitely." Tom left the bed to grab his hoodie before putting it on. He climbed back into bed, laying next to his partner. Tord shifted around to his face was up to Tom's chest. Tom wrapped his arms around Tord, pulling him close.

"Jeg elsker deg, Tom."

Tom giggled. "Jeg elsker deg også."

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Haven't updating this in a while, oh well. Take this gay shit as a gift. Your fucking welcome ✨