+Lap Dance+

+Is This Weird+

((School has returned once more. You guys know what that means! Stress, crying over Voltron and probably less updates. Though, because of this I'll try to keep my chapters over 1,000 words now.))

Tom woke up to an empty bed. He blinks, looking at the mostly plain room, "What... The fuck was that?" He rubs his eyes, glancing across the walls, "For the love of fuck, I hope that was a dream."

The short male stood and stretched, groaning. He could hear loud talking from outside the room. He is a curious boy so He decided to check it out.

As he made his way to the kitchen the voices got louder and the smell of cologne wafting through the doorway got stronger. He looked into the room to see that it was only Tord and Zach. Tord was in a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt with 'SECURITY' written across his back.

Zach had his glasses off and was aggressively straightening his curly mop of hair beside the mirror on the fridge. He was dressed in a blue button-up and the same bottom piece to the Bar's uniform, though the color was green.

"Um... Did I miss something?" The eyeless boy asks, adjusting his shirt collar. Tord looks over at Tom quickly, a smile falling over his features. That look made Tom feel weird. He wasn't sure if it was good Or bad, just weird.

"Oh, you should get ready for work." The brunette chuckles, "You just look so sweet when you sleep, I couldn't ruin it." He winks.

Now that Tom studied Zach's reflection closer he could see that he was crying, face pink, "Woah! Why is Zach so upset?"

Tord shrugs, glancing at said ravenette, "I got up last night when I heard sobbing and he was on Netflix. He hasn't stopped since and won't say but one thing."

"What? What does he say?" Tom took a step closer, hand resting on the kitchen island. Before Tord could answer, mouth already open, Zach choked out another sob.

"Adam!" He hiccups, "He was so hot! And he had glasses! And-And I didn't even know he existed for over three weeks but it's like we were getting married when it happened!" He was pulling hair gel from his hair products bag now, slicking his hair back.

"Who the fuck is Adam?" Tom tilts his head, "Did you meet some new guy already?" All Zach did was respond with a strange sound like one of a broken toy chicken.

((*Insert Vine of girl sobbing and brushing her hair here*))

Tord handed Tom his bag of clothes and the smaller male thanked him. Once He was dressed he looked in the bathroom mirror and sucked his stomach in, "Meh."

"Zach!" He yells loudly, "Help!" He can't remember how to tie his bowtie, "Stop crying over a Vine and tie my tie!"

Steps could be heard approaching, though the one that entered the room wasn't Zach. That's lovely.

Tord turned Tom to face him and pulled each end of the bowtie taut, bringing their faces closer. He smiles down at him before beginning to tie the blue fabric.

'What happened to all the smirking?' Tom thinks, 'It's all smiles now..'

Once the taller Norwegian was finished he planted a kiss on Tom's forehead, "Zachary was busy burning his hand on the waffle iron, so I came to help." He says before turning to leave, "Oh, and red is a nice color on you." He laughs from down the hall.

Tom was confused until he turned to look in the mirror. His ears, cheeks and shoulders were rosy. He groans, "Bitch."

As said, Zach was running his hand under the kitchen faucet, crying and biting his nails, "Burnt." He whispers, "Just like all of those jets that the cadets were in..."