Unexpected(CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN)

chapter twenty-three

~*Tord's POV*~

Tord yawned, opening his eyes. Soft light fluttered through the blinds as morning began to take over the night. He stretched his limbs, trying to fully wake up from the good night's rest. The dream he had was more like a memory, but it reminded him of the good ol' days, hunting for traitors and leading an army. Tord sighed, sitting up, and reached for the lamp, causing bright light to burst through the room. Squinting, he snatched his phone and sat up, checking for text messages.

Paul and I are going shopping. Tom offered to make breakfast, so be sure to thank him.

                          ~Patryk

He narrowed his eyes, wondering if Tom was going to burn down the kitchen. The thought made him swing his legs to the edge of the bed and stand up unsteadily, phone in hand, and rush out his door and into the kitchen. His expedition, however, was cut short when he saw Tom dancing and humming with his earbuds in while (seemingly) cooking. A snake-like grin appeared on his face as he began to record the young boy, raising his eyebrows when Tom began to sing,

♬Oh, he's so pretty♪

Tord raised his eyebrows even further at the fact this Tom had called a guy pretty-

♩He think he run this city♫

Ah, there was the snark-

♬He be driving a Benz, but he can't pay his rent, no he'll never admit it♩

Tord choked back laughter when Tom began to swing his hips-

♪Oh, he's so sweet♩

Tord was grinning; Tom was having fun singing, with no care in the world-

♫Sweep you right off your feet♪

Tom kind of looked pretty with nothing but Tord's sweatshirt and a pair of shorts on-

♬And right into his bed, try to get in your head, but he never wanna eat♫

Tom's face was probably flushed-

♪She told her mama they're just friends♩

Imagine how flushed it would be if Tord was kissing him-

♬Told her sister they ain't met ♫

And if he took it further-

♫Told her girlfriends she struck gold; uh-huh, he's tall, dark, and rich♫

Tom's face would be so red and flustered and pretty-

♪She told me all about it, I started shaking my head - she knew just what was coming, this is all that I said♩

Tord quickly snapped out of it when Tom's voice grew louder-

♬Bruh - don't kiss that hoe, he nasty! Almost put one past me! Got my homegirl last week! Nasty! Nasty!♪

His own face grew red when he realized what he had been thinking about-

♬Don't kiss that hoe, he nasty! Almost put one past me! Got my homegirl last week! Nasty! Nasty!♪

Tord accidentally chuckled at the chorus-

♩Girl, you should've listened♫

Realizing he was still recording, he zoomed in on Tom-

♫But you just had to let him finish, it took a minute and half, record time on your ass, like a damn magician♬

Oh my god, his dancing was the cutest thing ever-

♪Yeah, you gotta understand♪

He was swinging his hips and striking poses randomly-

♪That this ain't a grown man♬

Somehow, he was still cooking at the same time-

♩He took a teenager to prom, got a couple baby mom's, but he single on the gram♫

The smell was actually really nice, too-

♬She told me all about it, I started shaking my head, she knew just what was coming - like I already said♫

His voice was kinda beautiful, too-

♬Bruh - don't kiss that hoe, he nasty! Almost put one past me! Got my homegirl last week! Nasty! Nasty!♪

Who was he kidding? It was very beautiful-

♬Don't kiss that hoe, he nasty! Almost put one past me! Got my homegirl last week! Nasty! Nasty!♪

Fuck, all of Tom is beautiful-

♫N-A-S-T-Y, you ain't got no alibi, you nasty, yeah, ye-♩

Tom had turned around, and his eyes widened, mouth snapping shut, when he saw Tord standing there, recording him with a smirk on his face.

"Morning," he purred, watching as the Jehovah's Witness face became more and more horrified.

"ohmygodhowlonghaveyoubeenstandingthere," Tom stuttered out in one breath, face redder than a tomato.

"Since you started - also, I recorded it," he waved the phone, beginning to grin.

"Please don't show anybody," seeming to click with what happened, Tom began to beg.

"On one condition," he stated, watching as Tom's face twisted with confusion.

After a long pause, "What is your condition?"

Let me kiss you-

"Get on your knees and beg," Tord taunted, a grin on his face as he cracked his knuckles in anticipation.

"W-what!?" he blurted, eyes wide.

"You heard me," the communist smirked, crossing his arms with a smug look.

"Fine," Tom grumbled, annoyed. Slowly, he got on his knees, then looked up at Tord. He opened his mouth to say something, though in one swift moment, fear overtook his face.

"Hey- Tom, are you alright?" Tord stopped himself from being so smug, noticing the look on Tom, the Jehovah's Witness frozen, terror obvious.

"Fuck-" Tom gasped out, and Tord understood. He sprang to sit down and get eye level with Tom, the boy on the verge of tears.

"Tom- Tom, it's just me. It's Tord. Focus on my voice," he ordered softly, too afraid to touch Tom. He seemed to be having a panic attack, and Tord guessed that the position made him remember something... unsavory, to say the least, from his time at David's house. He had been handling well, and Tord was surprised this didn't happen sooner.

"I'm sorry," he whined, cringing away from Tord.

"Do you want to stand up?" Tord offered, "There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just me, Tord."

"Stand up?" Tom whimpered. Tord nodded, and he responded, "Please."

"C'mon, breath for me, Tom," Tord whispered, gripping Tom's hands and hauling the smaller boy up.

Silence filled the duo until Tom let loose a question he didn't expect: "Can you hug me?"

"Uhm... sure," he replied, awkwardly bringing his hands around Tom. He heard sniffles and his shirt was starting to feel kind of wet.

"I'm sorry," Tom croaked, and Tord squeezed harder as he continued, "it's just- David and Mike- and it reminded me- and I'm sorry-"

"There's nothing to be sorry about," Tord reassured, "I'm sorry I made you remember that."

"Thanks, Tord."