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Denial [TOMTORD]

Oh hello
So uh this was originally about how Tord thinks the world of Tom and he actually loves him so much but on the other hand
to tom Tord's just another boyfriend and he doesn't really like think of this so seriously and Tord knows
And it kind of hurts

Yeah I don't know this is mostly about boys being straight bros
Uh enjoy ?

"Babe, you are really a handful, you know that?"

It's hard for Tom not to agree.

He and Tord were home together, an empty bottle of liquor or two on the floor. Just sitting next to each other, The Norski's hand reaching out towards the Brit's face, his thumb lightly brushing against Tom's cheek. It's completely different from how they usually interact; he's not complaining. This is...pretty nice, actually.

Then Tord reaches down and smacks Tom's ass.

"What the fuck, Tord?" he cries as the other nearly falls off the couch, cackling rapturously. "Bro, you just ruined the mood."

"Not my fault you have a nice ass, my bro. Besides, can you give me a good reason I shouldn't have slapped your ass?" he chuckles, wrapping an arm around Tom's waist.

"Cause that's really gay, dude."

"But bro...get this." Tord leans in, his breath briefly ghosting over Tom's ear, then murmurs quietly. "All the homo for you, homie."

The Brit exaggerates a gasp, a hand clasping over his mouth in sheer amazement. "Bro..."

The tear-inducing, heartfelt scene lasts for a few more seconds before they simultaneously start laughing.

"Oh, anything for you, sweetheart. But in all seriousness-" Tord, chortling and wiping away a tear, finally calms down enough to lean in, pressing his lips against the other man's temple briefly. "I love you."

"Someone's sentimental today," Tom grunts, but after a moment, hesitates before replying. "Love you too."

"Aw, you actually said it back instead of kicking my shin like last time," the Norski cooes, "Can you say it again?"

"No can do, asshole. Go fuck yourself. Sincerely, Tom."

"Tsundere bitch," he mutters under his breath. "Anyway- you see this hot piece of garbage here?" he gestures towards himself. " 's all yours, baby. Do whatever you please to me until you get bored and leave me."

"What makes you think I'll get bored of ya?"

"Oh, you know." Tord drums his fingers on his lap, a relaxed sigh escaping him. "Call it a guy's intuition. Besides-"

Tord has an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes dully staring at the ground briefly. A quick break from his façade, perhaps? "You have no idea how much you mean to me. And something's telling me you don't quite take this in the same perspective as me."

"What do you mean i-" the Norwegian quickly cuts Tom off, shushing him.

"Shh, darling. Let me enjoy this while I can."

Wow this is really short I'm sorry