The Boy In Blue - (TordTom) NSFW

Admit - 41

-THIRD PERSON POV-

By the time Tord had pulled away from the last kiss, Tom had given up and settled down. "You're mean!" He pouted with a heavy blush, looking to the side. "Well I suppose that's what happens when little boys act up~" He cooed in return, promptly getting off of the smaller one. It was hard for him to hold back since Tom was still in his adorable outfit, so cute and pretty looking while flustered.

He let out a hiccup which seemed to startle him, snapping back to reality and sitting up against the arm of the couch, his face red as a rose. He just continued to admire the cutie before thinking and sighing, "You're very drunk now." He watched as the voided boy continued to down the sweet liquid. "Fuck..." Tom replied with a giggle and a slight nod. "You won't remember this." Tord stated, becoming rather serious. He looked away to think before just casually chuckling, "I'd do anything for you. I love you so much." He smiled and Tom just blushed some more.

"I'll be honest Tommy, I've fended off quite a few people who were eyeing you out in public." He turned a little red aswell. "Hm?" The cutie slumped down and continued to drink until the bottle was completely empty. "I mean... I told some people off. I got over-protective... I just feel guilty. It feels dangerous being around you, because I have such an image to keep clean." He explained, not bothering to drink anything more because he decided this was the time to let out his guilt.

"Well that's nice." Tom hiccuped suddenly and smiled, his eyes half-lidded and his body quite obviously not under control. "No it's bad... I need to learn how to control my anger and such." He itched the back of his head then paused, looking at the ground solemnly before putting his arm back down. "I just feel like there's a lot going on, you know? Too much to keep up with at times." Tord gave a rather sad smile. "Take it slower, people like you..." Tom replied vaguely, pretty much gone at this point.

The Norski took a moment to genuinely ponder that idea, thinking about the people who watched his videos and his friends who trusted him to do the right thing. "You're right... these are barely even problems. I'll be fine." He took in a deep breath, choosing not to entertain the sad thoughts of desperation and not having much time left. He needs to enjoy what he has while he has it. "You know... it's nice seeing that you don't hurt yourself anymore." He said after a long silence, one filled with nothing but hiccups.

"You pulled me out." He said with a slur and yet another hiccup. "Hm?" Tord inquired, playing with the seams on the side of the couch in a nervous manner, while the smaller male was extremely relaxed on the other side. "You pulled me out of a dark well." He repeated with more detail, giggling for seemingly no reason. It was rather poetic for someone who's halfway past sober-city.