Okay there is so much sin in this chapter... just a warning! 0///0 (also the picture XDD)

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"Ugh..."

Tom sat up in his bed, groaning, and rubbed his 'eyes'. He looked over at his alarm clock, which read 10:41 AM. He flopped his head back down onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling. For once, it was quiet. The shirtless Brit took a deep breath, enjoying the silence. But then Tom realized...

It was TOO quiet.

He threw off the covers and put on his regular blue hoodie and pants. He looked at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. He opened the door slowly and walked out of the room, glancing up and down the hallway. Walking down the stairs, Tom shoved his hands in his pockets, mumbling to himself. Once he reached downstairs he made sure no one was trying to jumpscare him, then yelled, "Hello!?"

No reply. Strange.

"If you're trying to scare me, it wont work. Nothing will scare me more than that time I saw Tord jerking off to hentai, just so you know!"

Still, nothing.

Tom huffed and took a swig of Smirnoff. Then, as he turned around and was about to walk over to the couch, three certain people jumped out and yelled, "SURPRISE!"

He staggered backwards and caught himself on the counter, clutching the place where his heart should be and breathing heavily. "Holy-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" he shouted.

Edd, Matt, and Tord were all wearing party hats and had confetti strewn all over their clothes. But, what caught Tom's attention was Edd holding a cake. On it, in shaky blue frosting it spelled out, "Hapy Birthday, Tim!" (yes i know there are typos, courtesy of Matt)

"It's your birthday!" Tord grinned.

"Wh-- are you.." Tom facepalmed. "You are all idiots..."

"Why?" Edd asked, smile fading.

"Im a Jehovah's Witness, we don't celebrate birthdays!"

"O-Oh.."

Then there was just awkward silence.

"Well, um.." Matt glanced at the others, then suddenly brightened up. "I guess you'll have to start celebrating from now on!" He picked up a present that Tom hadn't noticed before and handed it to him.

"No!" Tom crossed his arms and turned up his nose. "I told you, I don--"

"C'mon, Tom!" Edd pleaded. "Just have a little fun!"

"Yeah, Thomas~" Tord winked. "Have a little FUN!"

Tom seemed to roll his eyes. "FINE! Whatever!" He growled, snatching the present out of Matt's hands. He opened it, expecting something like Smirnoff, but was completely disappointed. It was a picture of the ginger admiring a toaster. "Um..."

"Do you like it!?" Matt's eyes shined.

"Sure...?"

"And now for the cake!" Edd cheered. "Guess what flavor it is!"

"Er, I don't know," Tom shrugged.

"Smirnoff flavored," Tord chuckled.

"R-REALLY!?"

"Yeah."

Tom shoved them aside, grabbed a piece of cake with his bare hands and shoved it in his mouth. "Ehhh... maybe this wasn't a good idea?" Tord bit his lip as the Brit started swaying.

Edd was beginning to have second thoughts, too, but Matt was just talking to himself in a mirror.

Tom just kept eating the cake, smiling drunkenly. He stumbled and fell into Tord's arms, giggling. "Howdy~"

"Why don't you rest?" Tord said and carried him bridal style to the couch.

--Time Skip--

Tom's eyes slowly opened, and once they did, he observed his surroundings. He was in the living room, on the couch, but someone was laying next to him. He turned his head only to be met with Tord. "Urgh..." Tom didn't even care because his splitting headache was distracting him from everything else. "Ow.."

Tord woke up and asked, "What's wrong?" He sat up and looked down at the hungover man.

"I have a.. headache," Tom sat up, too, and stood up. But once his feet touched the ground pain racked his body and he fell back onto the sofa.

"Want some medicine, Jehovah's Witness?"

"Ugh..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Tord brought him a pill, which Tom gratefully took. The headache didn't go away but it didn't hurt as much. "So, uh," the Norwegian began. "About yesterday. Um, your birthday. We shouldn't have given you that cake, heh.."

"Ya think!?" Tom turned on him, then flinched as pain shot through his brain.

"Yes, I DO think," he retorted, rolling his grey eyes. "But anyways.." Tord's voice turned smoother. "Maybe the birthday boy could--hmm--have a little fun~?"

Tom's face flushed. "Wh..." He struggled to find words. "N-No!"

"Awww..." He pouted. "I was really looking forward to it!" He grinned. "Pwease, Tommy?"

"I-..." Tom's voice trailed away. Then he got an idea. "But you've been a bad boy." He smirked, which the other practically melted at. "You know that Jehovah's Witnesses aren't supposed to celebrate birthdays! Tsk, tsk, tsk. I guess i'll just have to punish you." By now his headache was gone.

"I guess you will." Tord chuckled as Tom went on top of him and smashed his lips against his.

The "birthday boy's" hand made it's way inside Tord's sweater. The norski bit back a groan, his face strained. "Wait." Tom stopped. "Where's Edd and Matt?"

"I don't know, I think at the mall," Tord said quickly. "K-Keep going!"

So, Tom didn't. "Beg for me," he whispered in his lover's ear.

"Ah... T-Thomas, f**k me... I--urgh... I want you.."

"Perfect," Tom purred, and slid his hand down Tord's pants.

"Ngh..~!" He moaned, clutching the couch. "Damn.. hhh-.."

"You're the best present I've ever gotten," Tom said smugly, playing with Tord. "Actually, no: the best TOY." He ripped his own shirt off, along with the other's, and kissed him roughly.

Tom bit his lower lip for permission in, and once accepted, explored Tord's mouth with his tongue. They did this for a while until a certain birthday boy slowly took off his pants. (Jeezus my mom is right here 0////0)

"Ohhh~" Tord slid his own off, two, and revealed a raging bo--

(THATS AS MUCH OF A SMUT AS IM GOING TO WRITE TODAY AHAHAHAH *dies* OKAY BUT REALLY this is just.. im blushing.. anyways, if you survived this far.. lets just time skip..)

--Time Skip--

Tom woke up to light snoring, realizing it was Tord's. He yawned, stretched his arms, then remembered what had happened that night. He blushed, looking at their bare bodies. Tom pulled the covers closer to him. "Psst, Tord," he whispered.

Tord groaned, stretched, and asked, "Whaaat? Why is it so cold?"

"We're naked, commie. We f***ed last night, don't ya know?"

"How could I ever forget?"

".....Anyways, what time is--oh sh**. Edd and Matt probably saw us  and we didn't notice... This probably isn't good."

--Another Time Skip--

Tom peeked over the corner and made sure no one was there. He creeped into the kitchen, opened the door, and--

"Tom." Edd's voice.

He cringed and turned around. "Heyyyyy...."

"Why?"

"Why what?" Tom avoided his gaze.

Edd shook his head. "You know what." He crossed his arms.

"It... uhh, umm..." he stammered, face flushing. Then he sighed, defeated. "I honestly don't even care anymore."

"What!?" Edd's eyes widened. "You and Tord literally f***ed on the COUCH! Matt almost bleached his eyes!"

"Oh well." Tom shrugged and brushed past him. "But all I can say is that was the best present I've ever gotten~"