TomTord oneshots

i should prolly regret this. i dont.

kinda NSFW, but it's mostly comedy

Tom snuggled into Tord's chest, enjoying the heat radiating from him.

The two had met about four years ago because of their online status. Both of them are YouTubers that started recording together at the request of their fans. Soon enough, Edd and Matt joined their small group, the two already being partners. Two years ago, Tom and Tord started dating. Tom had moved into Tord's recently as their relationship got more serious.

Suddenly, a ding from Tord's phone interrupted Tom's thoughts. Tord shifted to pull his phone out, causing Tom to grumble and hold onto the man tighter.

"Edd and Matt wanna stream some CS:GO. Are you up for it, min kjære?" Tord asked sweetly.

You see, the morning sun still filtered through the blinds, nowhere  near the afternoon, and the two of them had been up late doing... things... that tired Tom out.

Nasty.

"Can't you just cuddle with me?" Tom grumbled, eyes opening to see Tord staring down at him.

A hand reached up to caress Tom's cheek. "Sorry, baby, but you know how they are. If I refuse, they're just gonna bug us."

Tom grunted, letting go of Tord and turning around.

"I love you, too," Tord joked with a chuckle, leaning over to press a kiss against Tom's cheek. He stood and left the room, leaving Tom alone.

Ugh, he's an asshole. Tom furrowed his eyebrows, stretching. Without Tord, the room seemed much colder. He needed a plan to get Tord back into bed.

Oh, god.

Tom's face lit up as he scrambled out of bed, an idea popping inside his head. He calmed himself down with a sigh, shaking off any sign of emotions on his face. He left the room and went to Tord's recording one, unable to help the smug smile on his face.

Tord seemed to be setting everything up for the stream when Tom walked in, not yet wearing his headphones. Tom walked closer, wrapping his arms around Tord from behind, spooking the man.

"Ah, kjære, did you change your mind?" Tord asked, tilting his head as he turned around in Tom's grasp. That kind attitude dropped when he saw Tom's smirk. "What?"

"Let's okay a game." Tom went on the tips of his toes to make himself somewhat taller. "How long can you last without stopping the stream, hmm?" Tom gave him a soft kiss before pulling back. "I'll come in later." He gave Tord a wink before leaving the room.

Oh, good Lord, was Tord gonna get his dick sucked?

"Yesssss!" he hissed under his breath, grinning as he went back to setting up the stream.

Later, as Tom watched the stream from his phone, he stood from the couch. Practically skipping to the kitchen, he grinned.

At the moment, Tord was clutching—a 1v3. He had no doubts that his boyfriend would win...

As long as Tom didn't mess with him.

He grabbed an egg from the fridge and shut his phone off, his grin widening.

Tord's gonna regret abandoning Tom for some stupid stream.

He closed the fridge door and walked over to Tord's recording room. He peeked through the open door.

Tord sat, completely focused on his game. His webcam had a red light, meaning it had been turned on. Tom gave it a wave and a grin, slowly sneaking inside. The closer he got, the more he could hear Edd and Matt cheering Tord on. Tom stood right behind Tord now.

The chat went fucking insane, but Tord's focus didn't let him notice.

Tom put a finger to his lips, making the "shh" motion as he raised the egg over Tord's head.

He was going to regret this, and he fucking knew it.

The egg cracked over Tord's head, a moment of silence in the room.

Tord whipped his head around, glaring. "Tom, what the fuck?" he shouted, taking off his headphones.

The only thing that escaped Tom was laughter as he turned to bolt out of the room.

Too late.

Tord wrapped his arms around Tom's waist, not letting him go.

"You little shit!" he growled, but Tom knew the dickwad wouldn't hurt him. "I'm gonna have to fucking shower now!" His hands found Tom's sides as he tickled the culprit, which only resulted in Tom screeching.

"I'm sorry!" Tom said, giggling like an idiot as he squirmed in Tord's grasp.

Finally, Tord stopped, huffing. Edd's voice sounded through the headphones. "Tord, what the hell happened?"

The Norse sighed, putting his headphones back on. "Tom cracked a goddamn egg over my head." He glared at the boy in his lap, but Tom only gave him a mischievous grin.

"Why?" Edd asked, dumbfounded as they sat in the loading screen.

"Well, you see, fucking Tom over here—"

"No, Tord, don't tell them!" Tom interrupted, cheeks flushing at the thought.

"...Tom, you know I've gotta."

"Please, Tord, spare me my dignity," he begged, shaking his head.

Tord sighed, about to break.

Then a donation notification interrupted them.

Twenty-five bucks with a caption that said, "Tell us, Tord! For the money!"

"Tord..."

"Tom."

Tom just sighed, placing his head in his hands.

"Alright, so this little shit walked up to me right before I started recording and said, 'Let's play a game,' all sexy-like. He basically was like 'how long can you keep the stream going, wink wonk,' so I thought I was gonna get my dick sucked. Like, he's done it before, so—"

"Tord!"

"Right, sorry. So I left my door open because fuck yeah, blowjobs, and this little shit cracked an egg on my head instead."

"I'm not sorry."

"You will be, asshole. You're totally repaying me for this."

"Tord, you can't say that! You're live streaming!" Tom begged, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

"Well, I had no idea Tom was that kinky," Edd added, chuckling.

"Fuck you, Edd."