A Taste of the Past (Tom X Tord)

The Days Don't Feel The Same

Toms POV

A few days later
Toms apartment
9:30pm

From the kitchen, I walk back into the living room to join my friends, Matt and Edd, that were tiredly watching reruns of 'The Children.'  They were eating leftover popcorn, having been from them binge watching 'Insane Zombie Pirates from Hell' 1-5. I open my poison of choice as I start to think of what had happened a few days prior. I would have had never thought that area was in my room.. He hid so much from us, is that why he left? I take a swig of Smirnoff as I then lean against the door frame, falling deeper into thought. I kind of miss that stupid Norwegian... His voice filled the old place so well... And his clothes filled the house with well needed clutter.. As I was lost in thought about Tord, I failed to notice the pair on the sofa stood up to collect a few things of theirs to head out. My mind was starting to dip into the dirty side when Edd kindly fished me back to reality for a bit. Edd sweetly said, "Hey Tom, we are going to his place. He wants my help to nurse his black eye." I swiftly nod my head, knocking the previous thoughts out of my head," Yeah, I understand. Do what you need to do. I will tidy up the place." Edd walks Matt out the door, me following to close out the last hope of a distraction from my unforgiving mind. I place my back against the peach colored wall, sliding down it, as my gaze locked onto the bandages that sat in the party mess filled trash can. My arm healed enough to not need it wrapped, so that was a plus. I sigh softly. I can't believe he did this to to us, after they dropped everything to welcome him back. I left because I had buried feelings I had for him, and didn't want a repeat of him leaving me again! I started to drink my vodka again, preparing to clean up the slightly messy area they left behind. Maybe the cleaning will help me forget that idiot.. The ash pile was mostly cleaned up, so I started there. I started to scoop it up, but then I revealed a familiar crimson color at the bottom. My heart started to race as I picked it up. I jump as Tommiebear falls out of the filthy hoodie. It has slight weight to I stick my shakey hand into the pocket. I pull out two things, making me feel warm; a bottle of his cologne and a partially smoked cigar. Odd... I thought he never left these behind... Did he want me to find them? Maybe he.... What am I doing?! I am thinking of him like he actually cared about me! He killed Jon, when he was aiming for me! He was happy at the thought that I was dead! I throw both the hoodie and Tommiebear into the washer and started it. I go to spend the next few hours cleaning my apartment.

~Time Skip~

As I finished up the cleaning, I lost myself in thought. He was on my mind again, but that isn't fully surprising. He has been in my dreams as well, and not bad dreams either. I pull Tords hoodie out of the dryer, it still being warm. I was tempted to see if it still had his natural musk, but logic made me realize I just washed the thing. Soon I was in my room with it and my teddy bear, and he was hidden in a drawer. (I don't want him to see what I am about to do.) I spray the red jacket with his body spray, laying it on my bed. I then light the cigar and laid it on  top of an empty energy drink can. As I was engulfed in the scent of him, my body started to heat up, a pool of lustful heat built up in my gut. I strip out of my clothes, my body craving desperate attention that also came with the want of wearing his pullover. I put it on and lay back on my bed. I grab my unfortunate friend from the drawer of my nightstand, squeezing some of the cold contents onto the other hand. I let the bottle hit the floor as I move to start rubbing my aching cock. I gasp slightly, but soon melt into the feeling of my hands movements. My eyes flutter shut as I bite my bottom lip. I grip my length a bit tighter as I start to move faster. Moans and whimpers slip through the slight gap in my lips. I let go of my lip as his name slips its way into the slurry of lust soaked words. My body quivers as I start to reach the sweet tipping point. I bite the cuff of the other sleeve as I cum harshly all over the front of the Norwegians hoodie. My sleep deprived body was finally at ease as my insomniac mind lets me sleep for once, having been awake since Tord tried to kill me.