TordTom OneShots

Sweet and Sober [NSFW-ish]

Tom was no lightweight, everyone knew that his tolerance for alcohol was impressing. If he wanted, he could probably down a bottle of vodka in less than an hour. It was regular to see Tom drinking around the house, early in the morning, during the day, late at night. There wasn't a week where Tom didn't drink at least 5 out of the 7 days.

Alcohol in the household had ran low and Tord noticed as Tom got agitated. Tom brought it up, as it had been 2 days since his last drink, to Edd and he had complied, stating he'll pick some more up some other day. Waiting a few more days was possible but it wasn't something he would enjoy. A couple hours in that day and Tom had already locked himself in his room.

Tord had remembered that a stash of Pink Whitney Vodka sat in the mini fridge next to his desk. It was one of his favorite kinds due to its sweet strawberry lemonade mix. He didn't know if Tom had a preference but he was sure that already being a few days without alcohol, he'd probably take whatever he could get. Tord knew the hardships that came with withdrawal and that it could lead to more problems.

Tom's room was only the next door down from Tord's, them both sharing a wall. Tord, sitting on his desk chair, pushed himself using his legs. The wheels on his chair slid him easily to the wall, leaned against it and proceeded to knock on it quite roughly.

Tom jumped at the sudden thuds coming from his wall. He grunted and yelled back, "What!?". There wasn't a response for a few seconds before the thudding continued. "Jesus fuck.." Tom mumbled under his breath, standing and stomping towards his bedroom door. Tom flew the door open to Tord's room and glared at him with his arms crossed. Tord only smirked and held up the bottle of vodka. It wasn't long before Tom closed the door and threw himself onto Tord reaching for the drink. He didn't care to read the name, brand, or ingredients, he just wanted the throat burning beverage.

"Woah, woah, woah... Calm down" Tord started with a chuckle. Tom pressed a hand to his face, pushing him back as he grabbed the drink from him forcefully. Tord let out a grunt as he did this, his head hitting the back of his cushioned chair. Tom popped open the bottle and chugged for a few seconds, settling comfortably. He lowered the bottle from his lips as he took a deep breath in through his nose.

"Are you going to share?" Tord asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked Tom up and down as he was still sitting on his lap, not knowing where to place his hands, just laying them off the sides of his chair. Tom didn't answer the question and Tord rolled his eyes as he just blatantly ignored him. He only took another swig of the drink and looked Tord dead in the eyes. It was quite an awkward silence for the second or two as it lasted.

"I mean, I am providing you with it, I think I should at least get a small share." Tord says to break the silence. Tom pouted his lip and handed the bottle over, laying his hands down into his lap. His hands just barely touching the rim of Tord's pants, Tord spread his legs a little at the sudden movement. Tom's legs were bent in a sort of kneeling position, his behind lowering slightly deeper into the actual chair as Tord spread. He grabbed the bottle back from Tord and took another sip.

Only a few minutes had passed of them exchanging the bottle between one another, Tom began to get giggly. Tord was surprised by his sudden change in attitude, not thinking that the alcohol would affect him that quick. Though, it wasn't the alcohol portion that was just making him soft, it was the sweetness. Tom had always restricted himself from sweets, sugary things, candy, drinks, etc. He never quite understood why he would get so "high" off of it. It made him silly. The mix of the sweetness and the alcohol took a toll on his sober state, even if he wasn't really that intoxicated. Sure he could handle a small amount of sweetness, but his craving from being detached from alcohol for a few days, he didn't think twice about the flavor.

Tom bounced slightly due to his laughter, which seemingly came out of nowhere. The light friction against Tord made him cough on his sip of the vodka. "Hey-" He said, "relax there."

Tom took the bottle back, shaking his head and flipping him off. "Nope!" He said loudly, putting extra emphasis on the end, making a slight pop with his lips. He squirmed and wiggled as he giggled to himself. It was a sight to be seen, something Tord had never thought of. Not once had he thought Tom would be this giddy, he was a cold and distant person, at least in his eyes. This was a huge change.