Odd Love

Chapter 13; Resting

     At about 10 AM Toms eyelids slowly started to flutter open. His face flushed from the wall of heat generated by his and Matt's closeness. He squinted upon seeing the bright neon numbers of the clock, brain starting to throb against the back of his skull. The other boy's head lay heavily on his shoulder, long legs sandwiching Tom's own right leg, holding him firmly on the bed. The egg lay gently on his stomach, held in place by amass of cold hands.

     Tom let out a drawn out sigh, mind slightly clouded from the night before. "Matt.." He whispered, tugging gingerly at a wad of his orange hair. A moan of protest was given by the other, and an arm that laid wrapped around his side pulled tighter. Tom shifted, worming gently out of his grasp.

     "Come on...We already overslept.." Tom whispered, curling his back up against the top of the bed frame. His hands held the egg that previously had rested on his stomach, holding it firmly with the base of his palms. Tom turned to the edge of the bed, yanking his leg free from the cage of limbs that entrapped it.

     "Tommmmm..." Matt whined, hands blindly grabbing at the sheets in an attempt to drag him back down. Tom chuckled and tried to stand up, only to immediately fall back unto the bed. His head felt like a jackhammer was banging on his skull. A whimper escaped his dry throat as he tightened his clasp on the brittle egg. He pushed himself off the bed once again, swaying for a moment before balancing himself against the wall. Matt lazily rolled off the bed, crying out in soft discontent as he hit the floor. "Ugh...Why do you have to always get up so early.....?" He muttered, arms untangling himself from the mess of blankets he managed to drag down with him.

     Watching Matt as he finally freed himself from the prison of blankets, Tom cradled the egg in this arms. The sleepy ginger stood and stretched his lanky body, wiping a trail of drool from the side of his mouth. He turned and reached out, gesturing for Tom to hand him the egg. When the egg was rested into his hands, Matt pulled it close to his chest and made his way towards the door.

      Taking a long stride forward, Tom wrapped an arm around Matt and followed him out of the door. Together, they walked to the kitchen. Once inside the room, the shifter stepped away and began to make them both coffee and toast for breakfast. It was relieving to see neither Edd nor Tord were awake yet. The house was so nice and quiet.

     Both boys were enjoying the newfound silence, so neither of them spoke above a whisper to keep from breaking it. As the toast was finished toasting and the coffee was finished brewing, Tom and Matt sat down together at the table, eating and chatting softly.

     There was just, such a profound amount of peace that washed over them from the quietness of the house. There were no words being spoken, no arguing, no shouting, and no fighting. It was a strange kind of bonding between the two boys as they both found themselves looking either at each other or the egg that rested in Matt's lap.

     For such a small breakfast, Tom and Matt took their time eating and when they had finished and cleaned up, they moved off towards the living room. Seating themselves on the couch, they cradled the egg between them both. For once in the past few months Tom found himself free of anxiety or anger. It was such a liberating feeling to be next to Matt.

     It was not long before Matt found himself curled next to Tom, leaning against the shifter with his legs laying over top of Tom's; the egg clutched between them. It was quiet, save for the quiet rumbling of Tom as he began to purr.

     They remained like this for what felt like hours, neither of them wanting to get up or break the moment. However, it only lasted for about half an hour before they heard footsteps coming down the hall. Tom looked up over the back of the couch; it was Edd. A quiet sigh of relief escaped Tom when he saw it wasn't Tord, though he doubted the communist would even want to leave his room after what had happened only one night prior.

     Edd noticed the two and walked over, "Hey guys! You're awake pretty early Matt, did Tom make you get up?" The brunet laughed lightheartedly.

     Matt just smiled back and laughed, "Actually, I fell out of bed when he got up!" Tom grinned, nodding, "You should've seen his face when he untangled himself from the blankets." The shifter made a face to playfully mock Matt's face from early that morning.

     The three of them laughed and Edd joined them on the couch, the brunet trying to leave what had happened in the past. He knew Tom couldn't actually hate Tord, right? And it's honestly not like he could really blame Tom for going after Tord. He still did though, because it's also not like Tord knew what he was doing by smashing the egg. A sigh escaped him, but he composed himself and turned on the T.V., continuing the conversation with the two others.