You're (Not) My Hero | TomTord

Chapter 6

20 November

Tord and Tom were starting to get a little more serious. Tom had taken Tord on plenty of dates in the time that they had been dating, and they had had many make out sessions. Today was no different.

After Mr. Jonas had left Tord in seventh hour, Tom entered through the room. The hour was started by Tord and Jonas' conversation on apple juice, then to Tom watching Tord as he played piano. That was followed by Tom starting to give Tord small kisses on his neck and trail his hands around Tord's body; this was followed by Tord stopping his piano playing to reciprocate Tom's affection.

The bell rang and Tom grumbled in the kiss.

"It feels like there's never enough time anymore," Tom mumbled. Tord pushed him back and laughed.

"I think you're just needy," he said. Tom glared.

"I literally am missing my seventh hour to be with you and you call me needy?" Tom pointed out. Tord shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm not complaining, and I never said that I wasn't." Tom rolled his eyes at Tord's point. He was right.

The boys rode the bus home, making small talk with Edd and Matt. Somehow the conversation turned into a "what age did you start to disappoint your parents" which turned into "who disappointed their parents first" and the entire conversation was just a circle of confusion for Tord who weakly attempted to participate.

The boys said their goodbyes and started to make their way towards their respective homes when Tom grabbed Tord's hand.

"Hey, commie, you wanna go out tonight?" Tom asked. Tord raised a brow.

"Another date?"

"I was thinking more of a sneaking out kind of vibe, but yeah, a date I guess." Tom smiled wickedly. Tord shrugged.

"Maybe if you stay up this time!" He critiqued Tom's poor form after he fell asleep during their conversation a few nights ago.

"Tord, you know I didn't intentionally fall asleep." Tom rolled his eyes. "Please?"

"I'll try." Tord stood on his tiptoes to kiss Tom. "Text me when you get to my house, then, okay?"

"Already planning on it," Tom said as he kissed Tord back. The boys shared one last hug before departing.

Tord unlocked his door and threw his backpack to the side. "I'm home!" he yelled.

He had dinner with his parents and went off to take a shower, thinking about Tom as he did so. What could the other boy possibly want to do in the middle of the night?

Tord finished his shower, retreated to his room, and flopped onto his bed, not bothering to take off his towel or change into clothes. He pulled out his phone that was violently buzzing during his shower.