TomTord Oneshots

Morning cuddles

(I need pure fluff right now, if I'm being honest.
So yeah.
Oh, and thank you all for 122k reads.

Seriously-)

It was the middle of winter time in London, and that meant two things. One, snow outside, which meant Edd dragged his friends outside every single day, and two, it was cold as hell all day and all night. For this reason, Tom decided to sleep in the same bed as his boyfriend every single night so that he wouldn't get too cold. He had to admit, the commie was warm. Probably because he lived in Norway and his body was used to these cold temperatures, if not colder.

Bright sunlight shone through the Brit's window. Tom had forgotten to close the shutters, so the sunlight went directly to his face. He groaned softly into his pillow and shifted, nuzzling against the warm body next to him. He didn't want to get up, but he guessed he had to before Edd came in blaring music from his phone and screaming 'get your asses up'. Tom reluctantly opened his eyes and was greeted with his vision being clouded completely but a dark gray shirt. He looked up a bit, finding himself nuzzled into the chest of his taller boyfriend, Tord, and that the commie was sleeping soundly, cuddled close to him and arms tightly around him. Tom had to smile a bit at this, he liked cuddling Tord. Not just because he was a human heater, but because he felt safe in his arms every might.
Tom moved up a bit to the crook of Tord's neck, making the norski shift in his sleep before settling and snoring softly again. Tom chuckled and tried to get out of Tord's grip, but found it impossible. Every time he tried to move away from his snoozing boyfriend, Tord would pull him right back and pull him with him. He was like a giant boulder strapped to Tom that the short male couldn't move. Tom sighed and tried to move a few more times before giving up. He nuzzled against Tord again and closed his eyes, trying to go back to sleep in his boyfriend's arms.
It wasn't that hard to accomplish that goal.

(Bonus?)

Just as Tom predicted, Edd came in a few minutes later, blasting rock music from the speaker in his phone and kicking the door down violently.
"TORD AUDET AND TOM AUDET WAKE THE FUCK UP."
"We're not even married yet." Tord muttered, waking up. He blinked, yawning, as he sat up. Tom groaned and followed him. "He's still Tom Spaventa." He chuckled tiredly, his accent thicker than normal.
"Not yet." Edd grinned and shut the music off. "Come on, I made breakfast." With that, the chubby Brit left the room and walked back down to the kitchen. Tom yawned and leaned against Tord's shoulder, causing the norski to chuckle, lean over, and kiss the top of his head.
"Time to wake up, Love." He purred to Tom, who groaned and moved to sit in his lap.
"I don't wanna..."
"Alright, fine." Tord stood up, picking Tom up bridal style. Tom whimpered as the cold air hit his skin, for he was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, while Tord chuckled again and kissed his cheek.