TomTord Oneshots

Snowstorm

(Another snow related shot! Woo!

Well, this was requested when I asked for fluff prompts and I chose this one and one other.

This was suggested by @swearonmysoul, thank you for the prompt!)

    Tom grumbled to himself as he jogged home. His hoodie stayed down despite the snow and wind hitting his face and almost knocking him off balance. You see, he went out to simply buy some Smirnoff, for he was running low, and a snowstorm hit London as he walked home. He was now halfway home with the snow hitting him and the winds making his face sting.
   After a few minutes of jogging, he finally reached the house he shared with his friends and ran inside, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it, his eyes white and wide as he caught his breath. Edd and Matt seemed to be in the own rooms or something, for the only one he could see was Tord, his enemy, sitting on the couch and lazily scrolling through tv channels. He did t look over to Tom as the Brit set his bag of alcohol down and shook himself, his hair spiking back up to normal and most of the snow getting off of him. He took of his soaked hoodie and shivered. He needed warmth, the heating system throughout the house didn't epicure enough for him. He walked over to the couch, shaking and shivering.

   Without thinking, he sat down next to Tord and moved close to him, surprised that he was extremely warm. His mind snapped out of reality and he cuddled himself against Tord, making the noski jump in his seat and look at Tom, his one non-damaged eye wide and his expression confused. After a moment, he settled down, about to ask Tom what the hell he was doing, before he heard soft snores come from the shorter male. Tord's jaw dropped open a bit as he looks at the sleeping Tom and his cheeks heated up a bit.
   Tom was curled up next to him, his face buried in his hoodie, snoring softly. Tord continued to watch him sleep for a minute, not being creepy at all, before running his hand through Tom's hair for a moment. He was shocked that it was so soft; he expected it to be greasy with gel. Guess it was natural. Tord smiles softly and leaned back, running his hand through Tom's hair for a minute before moving Tom up a bit to lay down on his stomach. He nuzzled against Tord in his sleep and Tord let out a very soft laugh. He leaned over and kissed the top of Tom's head and leaned back, going back to scrolling through the tv channels.