Smut? Smut.

Sexy Bastard~

Tord sits at his desk, taking a draw from his cigar. He had went a little stir-crazy after the incident. And he needed a way to expel it. Why not dress slutty? A red shirt with the Communist symbol, the sleeves ripped off and tied as a crop-top? Nice...but add some high-rise short shorts with high red stocking that are connected to the shorts? PREFECT~~. His looks had changed dramatically and his old friends haven't found out. Yet....

"I am amazed that you aren't a stripper..." Paul says as he sits with Tord and Pat.

"That you know of~." Tord purrs with a devious smirk.

"STOP..." Pat groans.

"I don't need to see Tord get drunk and do a strip tease on top of a table..." Paul sighs, Edd, Matt and Tom walking past.

Tom grabs Edd's hoodie, also grabbing Paul's shirt collar without hesitation. Paul and Edd look at each other before recognizing one another.

"AYEEEEEEE!!!!" Paul exclaims.

"YOOOOOOO!!!" Edd cheers.

"AND a shut up..." Tord groans, rolling his eyes.

Edd pull away, Tom letting go of Paul.

"Who the hell are you?" Tom asks.

Tord groans yet again, smacking his head on the table. He rolls his head so that his face is visible.

"Hello old friend..." Tord says.

Tom walks away while continuously repeating;
"NOPE."

Edd looks Tord up and down.

"Whats with the outfit?" Edd asks.

"It's called personal style...not that you have any..." Tord groans, muttering the last part.

"....have a significant other?" Edd wonders.

"Bartender..."

Tord points to the bartender, who is muscular, blonde and blue eyed.

"Niiiiice!" Matt says, having heard the conversation.

Edd laughs while Tord falls off of his chair due to the sudden startle.

"HOW THE HELL CAN YOU WALK IN THOSE?!" Matt gapes, seeing Tord's 6 inch red and black stilettos.

"Trust me, when you have to walk around a stage in EIGHT inch ones, thats hell...these are nothin'!" Tord brags.

"You walked around on a stage in eight inch stilettos..." Matt says.

"Mhm...had to pole dance in em...I had bruised and bloodied feet after."

"......wow." Edd stutters.

The small group talks for a little, stopping when Tord's boyfriend walks over and drapes his arms over Tord's shoulders.

"Hey~" he purrs into Tord's ear.

"Well hello stranger~." Tord jokes.

A tall male with black hair walks over to the group, grabbing Tord's boyfriend by the collar.

"I am NOT manning that bar myself Thor..." the male hisses.

"Jesus...dont get your dick in a twist Loki...." Thor sighs, giving Tord a quick kiss before leaving.

The group decides to leave together, Thor walking over and talking with Tord. After walking around in the park for a little Thor and Tord are nowhere to be found.

"Where'd they go?" Edd asks.

"Thor's place..." Paul responds.

Tord and Thor stumble into the house while making out. Thor closes the door, locking it. Tord pulls away for a moment.

"What about Loki?" Tord pants.

"He can go in though the doggy door~." Thor purrs, pulling Tord upstairs.

Tord allows this, Thor kissing him again. The two make their way into Thor's bedroom. Tord pulls away and moves towards Thor's bed, kicking his heels off and slowly pushing his shorts lower and lower. Thor bites his lip, walking over once Tord is sitting on the bed. Tord works with Thor's belt while they change positions, Tord sitting on Thor's lap. Tord works Thor's pants off, as well as his boxers. Thor by now is hard, his member already dripping pre-cum. Tord smirks and runs a finger from base to tip, Thor whining. After a few pumps Tord moves so he can suck Thor off, Thor moaning as soon as Tord places his tongue on the tip. As Tord sucks Thor off, he jacks himself off, wanting to get some pay off. As if this was fanfic, Tord and Thor cum at the same time, Tord swallowing all of Thor's fluid, Thor a panting mess. Tord giggles and takes his shirt off, Thor following suit. After making out some more Tord gently slips onto Thor's throbbing cock.

"Aahh~...bigger than I remember~." Tord pants.

Tord slides up and down Thor's cock, picking up his pace.

"F-Fuck...you're tight as hell Tordie..." Thor grunts.

The two continue, Thor jacking Tord off, the two cumming in sync. Tord moves off of Thor's cock, resting near him. The two cuddle until a groan makes its way into the room. Thor gets up and slips a bathrobe on, going to see where the noise is coming from. Thor walks into the main hall and sees Loki's duffel bag, his jacket and tie, as well as a very tired and angry Loki halfway through the doggy door. Thor can't help but laugh, Loki getting even more pissed off.

"SOME HELP WOULD BE WONDERFUL!!!" Loki yelps.

As soon as Thor opens up his mouth Loki skids into the house.

"Thanks Edd..." Loki groans.

"Not a problem...remember your key next time..." Edd says as he walks away.

As soon as Edd gets into his car, he pulls out Loki's house key.

"Tord had his fun...now its my turn~." Edd says with a sinister smile.