Yours, Forever & Always.

Les I'm Miserable.

It was dark. But doesn't every dream start like that? Tom didn't think so. He then saw Tord. He ran up to him and wrapped his arms around his neck lovingly. He placed kisses all along Tord's collarbone. Tord smiled and kissed Tom passionately. Tom loved it. But then he realized what he was doing.

Kissing Tord.

Tom woke up and sighed. He felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He smiled and snuggled in deeper with the never-ending warmth.

Then he felt an arm wrap around his waist, followed by a small peck on his forehead. Tom looked up to see his worst nightmare.

Tord.

And he was shirtless.

Tom sat up with a start and rubbed his eyes. "Holy fuck...I just dreamed I was kissing Tord." Tom then looked beside him. Oh fuck. So I wasn't hallucinating? Shit.

"Please say you're wearing pants." Tom mumbled.

Tord smiled. "Don't worry, I am. Are you?"

"Yes. Thankfully." Tom breathed a sigh of relief. If he had-...With Tord...he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself.

"Was it really so bad though?" Tord asked softly.

"No. And that's the bad part! We-...I...this shouldn't be happening I shouldn't feel this way!" Tom exclaimed.

Tord placed his hands on Tom's shoulders. Tom had his back towards Tord, so he took this as an opportunity to attempt to calm him down with a massage. "Thomas...calm down. We didn't wake Marie up, so we're fine. Plus, we're both adult men who can legally do as we please, it just so happens, we prefer...each other."

Tom sighed. Tord placed a kiss on Tom's shoulder and began nibbling on the skin until it began to form a purple mark. Tord smiled. That wasn't the only mark he left on Tom. Their little rendezvous was quite eventful, to say the least. So much so, that Tord was proud to say he has his own marks left by Tom. Those he was quite glad to have.

Tom sat up and walked to the bathroom. With Tord trailing behind.

"Tord what the hell?! I'll need a fucking turtleneck to cover these up!" Tom exclaimed angrily. Tord gestured at Marie. Tom sighed and looked at Tord with an unamused expression.

Tord gestured to the marks Tom had left on his neck, shoulders and chest. He pointed to one that was on his jawline. "I wasn't the only one who left a mark Thomas. This one will take some makeup to cover up."

Tom gritted his teeth. "Oh god. Sorry..."

Tord smiled. "No need! Glad to know you had fun too." Tord winked at Tom which made blood rush to Tom's cheeks.

"Tord? Are you in there?"

Tord and Tom froze. What the fuck does Paul need now?

Tom ran and grabbed something from a drawer before quickly disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Tord sighed and opened his bedroom door to see both of his parents standing there with unamused expressions on their faces.

"What's on your face?" Paul asked sternly.

Tord rushed to cover the mark with his hand. "Nothing! Now if you could just-"

Tord was interrupted by a loud crash coming from his bathroom.

Tord stood frozen. God Thomas, help me out of this.

Tom stood holding the mirror shard. Okay. I can do this.

"Tamara? I need help." Tom said softly.

Soon he was with Tamara in her world. Tamara seemed just as panicked as he was. "Okay, Tom just, pretend to be with Tori, okay?!"