Finding

(45) Change of Relationship

Summary:

The change which Tom had wished for had finally come.

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Thomas Bloodfield was happy.

It had been days now since he stayed with the Obelia family and found himself learning more about his usually quiet friend. Whenever, the four of them were altogether, it was always Matt and Edd who began the discussions and rarely did Tord start something with such great interest that involved something quirky and fun. That was why, Tom found it endearing to see the silvernette so relaxed and open with him.

Tord would usually go on about the new anime or manga he found in the internet or share of the few things he found interesting when they were alone together in Britain. But here?

Here in America, Tord was more than just being vocal. To be exact, the Brit was surprised on how vibrant and energetic the silvernette could be when he was in his moods. The devil horned male was basically so full of energy that sometimes Tom felt the high need to stop and catch his breath. Yet, he ignored such an urge because just when those thoughts would come, Tord would seemingly telepathically know about it and either halt or slow down his actions just so he could turn towards him with an encouraging yet questioning smile.

Tord would then ask him if he was okay and if he wanted to continue things. The silvernette would be so considerate of him that Tom felt, that if ever he really stated that he wanted things to stop, Tord would really do so.

It was just so heartwarming.

To see not only one side of the being he considered as his most special person; Tord's reserved and caring yet very violent masculine persona/attitude and Tord's bright, outgoing, caring and affectionate yet terrifying when pissed off or angry feminine side. It makes Tom feel honored to know this much about his Norwegian friend.

Now eyeing the sleeping man in his arms, Tom never felt more content as he held the horned silver haired man and brushed away some of the long stray strands of hair that Tord had on his face. Tord was just too beautiful like this; relaxed and wearing nothing else but his (Tom's) black 'stay safe' shirt and his own black boxers. To have Tord be so willing and vulnerable in his embrace, the eyeless brunet could feel himself harden under the confines of his sweatpants and have the urge to at least taste the other man's temptingly luscious lips.

Tom then internally berated and cursed himself for having such lewd thoughts of his friend. Tord was his sole friend that believed in him and, after his father died, Tord was the only one who was willing enough to listen to him and not judge. Biting the inside of his mouth, Tom reminded himself of this and forced his lower half to stand down.

He just had Tord in his life again. He doesn't want lose him again when he was the only good thing left in his accursed pineapple-bowling ball hybrid existence. So, with as much as convincing and mental gymnastics he made, Tom finally got his erection down.

The eyeless brunet then sighed, "I do hope that in the coming years, my and Tord's relationship would change. For us to remain like this, so close and yet so far...I wish—I wish that things would definitely change."

Then, with the light of the moon from the large glass windows shining upon them, Tom finally closed his eyes and allowed sleep's soothing embrace welcome him. After all, Tord had told him hours ago that they would have a busy day tomorrow with their trip back to Detroit. So, giving one last kiss on the silvernette's cheek, Tom found himself knowing no more.