Finding

(49) Annoying Tom

Summary:

Tord gets annoyed by Tom.

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It was irritating.

As much as Tord avoided interacting with the Brit; the eyeless man would always find a way to bother him. That, as much as he wasn't doing anything that should warrant the other's attention, Tom would always try to make a big deal of it. Hence, more than a number of times, the two of them would end up fighting and Edd had to mediate because the injuries that they were inflicting on each other was becoming worse severity.

It was another usual annoying day in a nicely done white painted house that's resided by four men.

Tord sighed at the fact that Tom was able to break his nose and gave the brunet one last punch in the face before he stood up. Walking away from the other, he murmured, "Purification and Mid Heal," the blood and the rest of his own injuries then disappeared as if nothing happened and the stains of the scuffle was even taken care of.

The silvernette then stretched his back as the brunet was now crumpled on the ground and groaning in pain. Tord simply ignored Tom and went to the kitchen to take a can of Cola. He was then able to notice how their food in the fridge was now lacking a few essential items so he checked in on the pantry and took note what to buy the next time he went grocery shopping.

"You really like acting like a bastard," Tom had panted out as he stood while leaning at the kitchen's entrance.

"Fuck off, Jehovah. I don't want to hear your commentaries when you're the one who punched me first," the Norwegian remarked as he walked out of the walk-in pantry and closed its door.

"I just fucking asked you if you really bought the entirety of Durdam Lane. Then, you were the one who went on a spiel that its none of my fucking business and you were making some good money out of its development so I shouldn't worry myself about the possibility of losses."

"And not moments later you punched me," Tord dryly stated as a glare found its way in his eyes as he looked at a clearly rumpled brunet.

"I—"

"Look. I don't know why you think that what you're doing would bring us back together. That said, it's really getting annoying. Stop it already.

I mean, can't you focus yourself on other endeavors? Like Susan and music? Or get a job? A girlfriend/boyfriend? Heck, a fuckbuddy would do if it gets you off my back." Tord tried to reason and for some weird reason the silvernette found himself being pushed back and pinned unto the fridge.

With blood dripping down his face, Tom had done a *ryoutedon and for some other weird reason that Tord felt his face heating up as an old memory sprung up from his mind.

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It was just a few days since Tord had ended up sleeping with Thomas Rodgewell and he couldn't understand why did he allow the annoying Brit to touch him. The silvernette couldn't understand why he even allowed him Thomas to fuck him in such a way that made him feel so....weird.

True, he slept both with men and women. But, as years passed on, Tord found himself preferring men more and getting fucked much more appealing and sexually gratifying. Heck, at a certain point, he then knew that the only way to satisfy fully him now was being with a guy and getting fucked so well. That said, with the multiple partners that he had, it was the first time he felt that strongly during sex that he ended up freaking out and had to have Tom reassure him.