(Eyyy, look at me getting motivated to write more of this. Even if like one person is reading it)
It was now breakfast. Tom and Tord had managed to find their pants before Edd and Matt had woken up. Tord ate a few pieces of bacon and Tom had a piece of toast. After last night their stomachs weren't in the best condition to eat.
They swore to keep what happened a secret. Those two kisses would forever be a one time thing that would stay sealed away in the boys' minds until their deaths. They would never speak of it again, not even in private.
Though Tord wished it didn't have to be that way. He longed for another kiss from the Jehovah's witness, much like a child longed for Christmas. Except Jehovah's witnesses did not celebrate Christmas, so it would not matter. He would never feel those lips against his again.
Edd's POV
I had noticed that Tord had been staring at his plate, lost in thought. I frowned and looked over at Tom. He was doing the same. I already knew everything but I had to play it cool.
"Guys you ok?", I asked, "You seem down"
They both glanced at each other then back to their plates.
Tom quickly mumbled, "hungover"
I nodded my head. That was actually a decent excuse. I would've believed it if I didn't know better.
"Oh, maybe you two should rest today. I have errands to run, and I'll take Matt with me so you can just chill" I said with a smile.
Tom nodded, and Tord mumbled "ok".
I stood and nodded, "alright then you two, get well soon. We'll be back in a while"
Me and Matt left the two lovebirds alone in the house, driving off to do our errands.
Tom's POV
I kept glancing at Tord. After what happened this morning I couldn't get that commie out of my head. That kiss.... He kissed me.... And I liked it... God what the hell is wrong with me? I looked up at him. He looked lost and hurt.
I bit my tongue slightly. I felt my heart speed up, and I started to blush... I wanted him to kiss me again, like he did this morning. I wanted to feel his arms around me.... And I hated it... I stood up and quickly went around the table to Tord and pulled him up by his hoodie.
His eyes widened, "Tom!?"
I stared at him, my palms slightly sweating. I took a deep breath and looked him right in the eyes.
"Commie, I want you to kiss me!"
His face turned bright red. He blinked a few times before responding.
"What?"
My eyebrows furrowed, "You heard me! Kiss me again! I want you to kiss me like you did this morning!", I felt my face heat up, "I want you to hold me close and kiss me like you did before!!"
His face was dark red. He seemed choked up. I realized how bad I sounded at the moment. I sounded so.... needy.... and obsessive...
I let go of his hood and stepped back allowing him to fall back down into his chair. I probably sounded like one of those yanderes from anime.
But before I knew it the communist had shot up out of his seat and pulled my lips onto his. I was shocked at first, but I slowly returned the kiss. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. We were enemies, he were supposed to hate each other... But we were here, having a make out session in the kitchen like some love sick idiots.
We both pulled away from each other for air, staring awkwardly at each other. He quickly looked down to avoid the embarrassing moment. For once he seemed innocent, but I knew he was a kinky bastard. I've seen some of the ungodly things on his computer.... And now it made a little more sense. Most of the things I saw were gay, like traps and.... other things. I wouldn't doubt he had a novelty toy collection of his own.
More like naughty toy collection. I mentally high-fived myself for that one.
Tord's POV
I still looked down at the floor. I had no problem talking to girls and stuff before but Tom had me choked up... He was different. He was a he for gods sake!
Tom wanted me to kiss him and I wanted to kiss him. But I don't know how this will work out. Usually with the girls, we flirted, maybe kissed a little then never saw each other again. Or at least talked again. But me and Tom lived in the same house. We saw each other everyday. Our rooms were right next to each other. Our closets even used to be one huge combined closet space before we divided it with some cheap, flemzy, wall thing Tom bought. (Please ignore my head canons. Unless you like them. Then enjoy)
I finally looked up at him. His adorable round face. I just wanted to kiss and pinch and hold his slightly chubby cheeks. I just wanted to cup his face in my hands and stare into those deep crevices, right into his soul. He was just so.... perfect.
His face. His sense of humor. His bad boy attitude. His body... I felt myself heat up again. I tried to calm down but now I couldn't keep Tom's body out of my mind. His strong arms, his wide hips..... other things..... I had seem Tom naked before while he was on one of his drunken escapades, and, oh boy, he was not small in that aspect. For once he wasn't the little guy of the group.
I didn't realize how deeply in my thoughts that I was until Tom shook my shoulders a little. I found myself looking into his "eyes" and becoming even more flustered. I accidentally let out a small squeak of fear.
Tom was smarter than I'd thought because he quickly had figured out what I was day dreaming about. He gave me a light punch on the arm, his face turning red.
"Pervy Commie!!" He exclaimed loudly, while he crossed his arms and looked away from me.
I felt immediate shame and looked down again, but this time out of self disappointment.
I heard Tom sigh. I looked up slightly and his harsh expression had softened. He still had his arms crossed and he was looking away from me. His face tinted pink.
"I'll let you get away with it this time, because I guess we're a thing now-" He mumbled.
My heart nearly leapt out of my chest and into the floor. A thing? We're a thing?? I felt my knees get weak and my balance slightly shift, and I nearly stumbled.
"A thing?" I questioned.
He looked at me with an expression that could only be described as the "no shit Sherlock" expression.
"Well, duh," he said, "W e obviously have something going on"
Something? Yeah, definitely something.... This is going to be rough...
