I already had chapter 2 mostly written so I'll just leave it here and let it die. Warning! Gay. Not to much gay! But, Gay.
It was around noon when Tord woke up. He was reluctant to open his eyes until he realized there was a weight on top of him. And he was petrified to realize that the weight was Tom. He felt all of the color in his cheeks drain and get replaced with a new, red-ish hue.
Tord was trying his hardest to not freakout and push Tom off of him. He accidentally shifted one of his legs and discovered neither of them had pants on. He thanked whatever Gods that may or may not exist that they at least had underwear on, and hoped that was a sign that they hadn't "done the deed" because one of the two had passed out before getting that far.
The thought of Tord losing his virginity to Tom made his face darken. He didn't really like Tom in that way... Or did he?
(Now, before I here any arguments he spends all of his time with the guys, working on his plot for world domination, and reading/Watching 90GB of hentai. He is a fucking virgin, not a hot and kinky sex god... In this fanfiction. Haha, you really think I'm a kinkshamer?)
Tord had never been close to Tom in this way before, and it made Tord get a bit..... excited. Tord had always liked girls, their boobs especially. He had never, ever, in his life, gotten a boner from a man. But now he had, and it made Tord question himself.
Why a man? And why Tom of all men? Tord could care less if it wasn't one of his friends. But it was Tom. He felt embarrassed, and melancholy. He knew any feelings that he had wouldn't be returned.
Wait, what feelings? He thought, I don't have feelings. And this was probably just morning wood. Yeah, that's all it was.
He tried to make it go away. He thought of dead animals and other sad things until he was finally calm. He looked down at the drunk that was on top of him, and Tord started to notice a few things. Tom was in complete relaxation. He had never looked more happy except when he was with Susan. He had round, soft, cheeks and his eyebrows weren't furrowed by frustration, anger, or boredom. He had a slight smile. Tord could only assume Tom was having a good dream.
Tord's POV
He looks so..... cute. I mean, no, not cute- erm..... He just looks............... fæn.... he is cute-
I felt my face heat up. His whole face was just adorable and I couldn't stop staring at it. He was perfect. I felt like my heart was melting. What is happening to me!?
....... I want to run yet,... I want to stay. His warmth...his face... Oh god his adorable little face!
Before I had even realized it I had pressed my lips against his. The were so warm, and soft... they even still tasted like the alcohol we were drinking last night. I found I couldn't stop myself from doing what I was doing, as if my body didn't listen to any commands I'd given. I wrapped both of my arms around him and kissed him deeply.
I felt relief wash over me. Like I had told a secret that I had kept to long. I slowly pulled away and had a mini heart attack when I saw two large pits of black staring into my soul.
I felt panic stab me in the heart. He was awake. And he was staring right at me.
"T-tom! It's not what it looks like!! I-", I was cut off by those, perfect, lips and immediately felt soothed.
He pulled away and looked at me for a second before burying his face into my chest, his face deep red.
"Commie?"
"Yes?" I answered.
He sat up a little and stared at me, "Where are our pants?"
I shrugged. He flopped back down with a sigh into my shoulder.
"Lame"
