Odd Love

Chapter 3; An Angry Communist

     Edd sat on the couch, drink in hand. "Mornin guys," he said, eyes not leaving the TV, which spewed an annoying laughing track. Matt took a seat, pushing Edd's legs to make room. He shuddered when he felt the eggs clank around inside him. Every step and every movement made him feel like they were going to just slip out of him.

     He placed a hand on the small bulge on his lower stomach and poked at it. Tom, drying his hands on a towel, took a seat next to Matt. "Hey, stop," Tom said with a quiet chuckle, grabbing Matt's hand to keep him from scratching at himself. Matt just stared at the TV.

     The sound a door slamming made them all spin around. Tord, who was rubbing his eyes, violently bust in.

     "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. WHEN YOU GUYS WANNA FUCK, CAN YOU NOT DO IT RIGHT NEXT TO MY ROOM," He yelled, slamming a mug full of coffee onto the table. The dark drink splattered onto the surface, and Matt immediately flushed and ducked his face into his hoodie.

     Tom just looked at Tord, then glanced at Matt, then back at Tord. He felt his skin bristle and he stood up, looking down at the Norwegian. His empty eyes darted back to Matt, who was peeking out of the jacket. The shifter's fists clenched and he moved as if he was going to smack Tord, but seemed to think better of it and stop himself.

     "Tord, don't yell, please." Edd butted in, feeling the tension hang in the air.

     Tord scoffed and shoved a waffle in the toaster with a bang. Tom slowly sat back down, stiffly putting an arm on the back of the couch. He nudged Matt in the side lowering his head to meet his eyes and giving him a warm smile.

     He then turned his head to face back to Tord. "AT LEAST I GET SOME ASS AMIRIGHT!" Tom screamed letting out a bark of a laugh. Tord yelled and his face turned red to match his hoodie.

     "It's too early for this." Edd sighed getting up from the couch and dragging Tord along with him from his hoodie strings. Tord reluctantly went with him, shouting obscenities as he was pulled out into the hallway.

     Matt looked at Tom and couldn't help but chuckle softly. Tom was stiff against the back of the sofa, eyes narrowed at the TV and brows furrowed in an angry expression. However, he seemed to be barely holding back a loud bout of laughter. Glancing sideways at the laughing Matt, Tom lurched forward and burst into his deep laughter.

     They laughed until their sides hurt and it burned to breath. Tom clenched his stomach and loud gasping breaths escaped his mouth. Matt was no different, embarrassment gone from his face, replaced with loud giggles and soft laughter.

    After a few minutes, they both settled down, rouge laughing bursting from their mouth on occasion. Both of them were red from the lack of air. Tom looked at Matt and Matt looked at Tom, both of them smiling and grinning. Matt shifted closer to Tom, laying against his chest. Tom moved his arm from around the couch and hung his arm around Matt instead.

    Matt shifted, holding one hand across his abdomen lightly. Tom smiled smugly and leaned down to lay on the sofa, pulling Matt to lay on top of him. Matt's face turned pink, but still he laid his head against Tom's chest, embracing the shifter. Tom wrapped his arms around Matt, a low rumbling sound vibrating his chest.

     "..Are you purring?" Matt asked with a sly grin, raising his head off Toms chest to look at him in the eyes. "Shut up" Tom muttered, turning his blushing face away from him. "Aweeeee!"  Matt continued to pester, kissing him lightly on the top of his forehead.

     "You're like a 'lil kitten!" He continued, a sneaky smile on his face. Tom grinned and pushed up to peck him on the nose. "Yeah yeah okay Matt" He smiled. Matt leaded down on him resting his head in the crook of his neck, giving coy kisses and nibbles to ear and upper shoulders. Tom let out a breathy moan, moving the hands to rest on Matt's waist. Matt smiled into a small kiss on his ear.

     Tom's hands moved down, gripping Matt's thighs. The ginger wriggled his face against Tom's bare chest, kissing and lightly nipping his collarbone. Tom's face flushed a deeper tone and he curled his toes, trying to keep his grip on Matt's thighs from being harsh. As Matt continued, starting to lightly smooch Tom's abdomen scars, the shifter hoisted Matt up slightly and scooted to the edge of the sofa.

     Turning to his side, Tom laid Matt down next to him and embraced the ginger. Matt pressed his forehead against Tom's chest, pulling his knees to his chest. Following a similar route, Tom pulled is legs up to encase Matt against the back of the couch.

     It wasn't long until they had both fallen asleep.