tomtord oneshots/story ideas

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tom was gay.

very gay. for a particular boy. that boy's name was tord.

the two had never interacted. they only knew each other's names. yet whenever tom saw him in the halls, he'd start sweating and turn red.

he asked his parents why he felt this way. the only thing he earned was a slap to the face from his dad and a scolding from his mother.

they told him that being gay was wrong and everyone would hate him. they also told him it was just a phase; he was still in middle school, after all.

tom believed them. but every time he saw tord his heart would still race.

tom sat at his usual spot in history class; in the far left corner. tord sat in front of him, being the perfect distraction for the lovestruck male.

he could've sat anywhere else. tom thought, a small scowl placed on his blushing face.

the teacher explained how there would be a project that included two people. she began to list names, pairing them. it was mostly people who had never talked to each other, so they wouldn't get distracted by friends.

"and lastly is..." her eyes scanned over the list of names. "tord and tom!"

tom practically choked.

tord looked over his shoulder at tom, giving him a small nod and smile before facing ahead again.

fuck.

"now take a moment to get to know your partner." she told the students. "tell them your name and a couple things about yourself, then figure out a place to meet up to work on the project."

no, please, no-

tord turned in his seat to face tom.

"hello." he greeted, voice thick with an accent tom couldn't identify.

"h-.. hey." tom answered. he cringed when his voice cracked.

puberty, or anxiousness?

"i'm tord. i'm from norway," tord spoke softly. tom had immediately fallen in love with tord's voice. "i suck at this class." he chuckled.

tom internally screamed. "i'm tom," he brought himself to say. "i, uh.. am learning to play bass. i'm gay." he slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. tord blinked in confusion. "forget that last part."

now flustered, tord slowly nodded, a small giggle escaping his lips. "alright," he smiled crookedly, silver hues sparkling with amusement. "where should we meet up?"

"i assume everyone's gonna take the library," tom cleared his throat and glanced away for a moment. "so, uh... how does one of our houses sound?"

"sure," tord nodded. "want to go to mine?"

tom smiled warmly. "sounds good."

"great!" tord teared off a piece of paper from the worksheet that lay on his desk. he scribbled down something in cursive and handed it to tom. "my address."

"o-oh." tom flushed. of course he's gonna give you his address, idiot! he has to! "thank you. what time tonight?"

"uh.. 5:30?"

"guess we have a plan."

--time skip--

tom rapped his knuckles against the wooden door, his heart racing and breath shaky.

there was the light tapping of feet running down the stairs. someone yelled out something in a foreign language. soon the door open, and there stood tord.

"hey!" he greeted, motioning for tom to enter.

"hi." tom said shyly as he stepped in. his grip on his backpack straps tightened once gazing around the house. it was nice. fancy.

"let's go to my room before my dads distract us." tord grabbed tom's wrist, dragging him up the spiralling wooden staircase.

tom squeaked at the sudden contact, face warm because of tord's touch as he stumbled after the boy.

they soon got to tord's room; it was simple. a red-blanketed bed in the right corner, a dresser, a closet, and a couple of anime and band posters pinned up on the walls. a norwegian flag was pinned up on a different wall. there was also a totoro plush on his bed and an opened pocky box on his nightstand.

could he be any more cute? tom wondered to himself.

"so, eh," tord took a seat on his bed and laughed nervously, clearly not knowing what to say. "this is my room..."

"nice." tom set his backpack gently on the floor and sat on the bed beside him.

the two sat in awkward silence for a couple seconds. they occasionally made eye contact with each other before quickly looking away.

"so!" tord clasped his hands. "we should probably get working, no?"

"yeah," tom moved to sit on the floor and sat criss-cross. "uh, what's it about again?"

"we're doing a project on a couple of historical figures," tord explained while moving to sit next to him. "for us, we have to make reports on eliza schuyler and alexander hamilton. we have to explain their significance or something."

"boring," tom commented, taking out his history textbook and notebook from his backpack.

"totally."

an hour passed and they had got little to no work done. they spent the entire time laughing, making jokes, and throwing balls of paper at each other.

they settled down and tom began to jot down notes in pen on a piece of lined paper. tord watched him, his eyes sparkling with interest as his gaze explored tom's features.

"you need something?" tom looked up at tord, confused.

"oh- n-no, sorry." tord stuttered in a flustered manner.

"it's okay." he smiled and winked, getting back to work.

tord looked down and started to write his own notes down, teeth driven down onto his lip. "hey, uh.. tom?"

"huh?"

"have you ever... kissed someone?"

thumpthumpthumpthump. tom's heart picked up speed. he avoided tord's gaze while answering, "n-no."

"oh," tord scratched the back of his neck nervously. "would you, um, l-like to try it? with me?"

this time, tom looked at him, his black orbs as wide as plates.

here was this guy who he'd barely started talking to that day asking for a kiss.

obviously he agreed.

"uh- i mean- i'm- s-sure??" tom stammered. he slowly put his pen down and gulped.

tord smiled and chuckled awkwardly. "y-yeah."

a couple seconds of silence.

tord leaned in and closed his eyes, his fingers digging into the shag carpet beneath him. tom shut his eyes tightly and leaned in as well.

their lips met.

rough lips against soft lips.

it was a simple kiss, really. tom kissed tord's top lip, tord kissed tom's bottom lip.

tom pulled away when a few seconds passed, his eyes opening slowly. a smile made it's way onto his face and he couldn't stop giggling.

tord opened his eyes also and bit his lip, smiling also. "pff-" he burst into a fit of laughter.

yeah, tom was gay.

but so was tord.