inspired by an otp prompts thingy. sorry the updates are slower.

depression.

Tord poked his head in Tom's room, his eyes scanning the area. He stepped in once he was sure it was empty.

"This'll teach him for burning my hentai," Tord whispered as he tip-toed over to Susan.

Right when he was about to turn around and leave with her, he heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

Shit.

Tord put her down and started to panic, but not in a disco sort of way. He leaped into the closet and closed the doors silently. He peeked through one of the cracks, holding his breath.

Tom walked into his room. He glanced around, seeming confused, then shrugged it off.

DON'T OPEN THE CLOSET! Tord screamed at Tom in his mind.

The Brit closed his door and locked it, pulling his hoodie off. Realization hit Tord. Nononono, he's getting undressed... Tom then pulled his shirt off, exposing his bare chest. After that he took his pants off.

Tord's face was burning red, and his pants suddenly felt tight. He looked down to see his hard on. Fuck me! He held back a groan of frustration but didn't hesitate to look up at Tom again. Tom's boxers were off so he was completely naked. A towel was strewn on the floor so he picked it up.

Not thinking that Tom would open the closet, Tord stuck a hand down his pants. His breath hitched and he slowly started rubbing himself, holding in moans.

"Might as well choose my clothes now." Tom mumbled to himself. He walked over to the closet...

...opened it...

...and caught Tord rubbing himself off.

"COMMIE!?" Tom screeched and stumbled backwards. His face heated up instantly.

"Wha- uh.." Tord stood frozen like that. "H-Hi."

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

Tord nodded and ran off.