+Edd's House: Bathroom+

Tom sat in the bathtub, staring at the still water he sat in. A few red flower petals innocently floated before him.

He hums a quite tune to calm himself as he lifts his hand out from under the water disturbing its still state with ripples. One petal resting in the palm of his hand.

"You just had to disturb me during my bath, didn't you?" He asks quietly to no one in particular.

The alcoholic sighs as he think he's had enough of getting freshened up for the day. He stands up and gets out of the bath, pulling his towel off the hanger he set on earlier.

Knock knock

"Tom? Are you almost done?"

"Give me a moment Matt, I'm getting dressed."

"Okay, I need time to fix up my beautiful face." The ginger tells him happily before bringing the silence back.

Tom quickly dried himself off and threw his usual clothes on. Black jeans, grey asdf shirt, and his favorite blue hoodie. Then he picks out the red petals from the drained tub and flushed them down the toilet. He opens the door to find a sleepy looking Matt who smiles when he comes out of the bathroom.

"Done?"

"Yes Matt, I'm done. The bathroom's all yours." Tom smiles a bit while the taller man rushes into the bathroom to fix himself up for the day as well.

He drops his small smile as he proceeds to go down stairs to get some toast to eat from the kitchen, the going to watch some tv in the living room. Tom can only hope to not bump into a certain annoying Norwegian man for many reasons.

However, luck does not seem to be on his side today. Tom had made his way to the kitchen doorway to find said man with his arms around his best friend's waist in a hug. Edd is cooking some bacon on over the stove while Tord is whispering something in the brunet's ear making him chuckle and blush.

Tom rolls his eyes, not that anyone could see the action clearly due to his special eyes. "It's too early for public affection Commie."

Tord looks back to him and narrows his eyes in a glare. "Fuck off Witness."

Edd gently pats Tord's head with his free hand while the other one deals with the bacon on the pan. "Tord, it's too early in the day to be fighting with Tom." The man chuckles, "I wish you two would just get along already."

"As if," Tom quietly mumbles to himself. He walks into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast to eat in the living room.

"Don't you want some bacon or cereal Tom?" Edd asks as he takes his eyes off the bacon on the pan for a moment.

Not looking back Tom replies, "It's fine Edd. Toast will suit me for now." He leaves the kitchen, again hearing his enemy whispering loving things to Edd. The response from his green wearing friend are happy laughter and positive answers.

He takes a seat on the couch and stuffs the rest of his one piece breakfast in his mouth and swallows. Nothing says breakfast than a piece of bread. Tom sighs and turns the Tv on to distract himself for the sweet laughter going on in the kitchen.

He snuggles himself in the comfy cushions of the couch as he watches a random channel with half lidded eyes. A tickling in his throat makes him bring his hand up to cover his mouth.

A quiet cough escaping his throat.

Tom brings his hand back and looks at a new colored petal. Yellow, from a tulip.

He stuffs the petal into the pocket of his hoodie next to his flask.

The alcoholic closes his eyes and lets sleep take him again after he mumbles a single word.

"Lame."

~+Late Afternoon+~

Matt came down the stairs with his hand mirror in hand. Thinking as always that he looks handsome and compliments himself on his beauty.

From the corner of his mirror, he finds Tom coming down the stairs too a few minutes after him. The musician had gone back to his room earlier after the lovers had taken over the living room.

Tom was not happy with the glares he was receiving Tord, finding them annoying and irritating that the other would not stop. So he left them alone. He spend the majority of his morning in his room drawing and playing Susan.

No one besides Matt knew of his artistic skills. This is because the ginger came home early one day from his blind dates feeling down. Matt barged into his room in hopes to talk to him about it but instead finds Tom drawing and most of his art scattered around the floor of his room.

Tom made a promise with Matt that he could only look at his art if only he kept it a secret from the others. Which to his surprise the man was keeping very well.

"Hey Tom!" Matt greets cheerfully.

Tom nods, "Hey Matt."

Because of their little met ups, Matt and Tom have actually gotten to bond more. They practically close like brothers now. It also helped Matt remember Tom's name better since they spent most of their time together while the lovers flirted away with one another.

Matt looked at Tom's face for a moment and frowned. "You didn't treat your face properly again," He says in a brotherly tone.

"You know I don't care about my looks Matt. Besides, I look fine." What he's saying is true. Tom's facial features weren't a problem at all. Healthy skin and any other points women wish they could have on Tom's flawless skin and body.

"But wouldn't it be nice if you wore a little makeup?"

"Matt, no." Tom warns, but his friend is already pulling him by the hand back up the stairs. "Matt!"

The taller of the two didn't listen and drags Tom into his room. Matt has the sweetest grin on his face as he sets Tom down in front of his vanity mirror. "Please let me do this Tom! You don't know how long I've always wanted to try putting makeup on you." He begs, giving his light haired friend the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

Tom looks at his friend using the mirror and groans in defeat. "Fine, but this is a one time thing. Plus you owe me Smirnoff for making me sit through this."

"Sold!" Matt rushes over to his cabinets, pulling out loads of makeup bags containing cosmetics for men. He can't help but feel giddy that's he's able to do this and to Tom no less!

Tom sighs as he fixes himself on the chair. This is gonna take awhile, he knows, but it's better than being around Tord.

He'd liked not to cough up flowers in their presence.

Matt came back and set three thing he needed down on the table in front of Tom. "Close your eyes, no peeking!"

The brunet did as he was told and closed his eyes. He felt soft hairs from a makeup brush touch his face lightly. Smaller ones going over his eyelids and paint something on his face. Tom made a mental note to ask Matt how to get all of it off later.

They made light conversation in between about when Matt could come sit in his room again to admire Tom's drawings again. The ginger loves looking through them a lot, sometimes if he's lucky, Tom will draw a portrait of him to keep. His friend not minding if he came over tomorrow since Edd would be out on a date with Tord.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Tom asks, starting to feel uncomfortable from sitting in his seat for too long.

"Almost done, I just need to add some lip gloss and you're done." Matt tells him happily as he picks up a tube of honey tasting lip gloss.

Tom shakes his head, "I don't need lip gloss Matt."

"Nonsense! This will soften those slightly chapped lips of yours." Matt grins as he moves to stand in front of Tom's chair. He tilts Tom's head up by the chin so he'll be able to apply the gloss better. Uncapping the tube, he pulls out the applying stick and takes some of the excess gloss off.

Then he carefully glosses Tom's bottom lip, filling in the pink lines like so. Finally adding a light coat of gloss on his upper lip before moving back to check his work. "Now rub your lips together to even things out."

Tom does it for a small moment and stops, soon hearing Matt clap his hands together. "Now can I open my eyes?"

"Yup!"

Tom opens his eyes to be greeted with the sight of himself looking a little better than average. Matt avoided the heavy stuff and gave him a light appliance of make up over his face. He could hardly tell he added some kind of light blue eyeshadow too. It rather brought out his black eyes in a lovely attraction.

Plus the lip gloss brought out how nice his lips are for everyone to see.

"Wow Matt... I'm actually kind of impressed."

"Indubitably." Matt says as he plants his hands on his hips. "Let's get lunch, I'm hungry now." He quickly picks up his tools and puts them away in their rightful containers.

Tom looks at himself a little more in Matt's vanity mirror then gets out of his seat. Maybe he should go to the bar like this later tonight and see if he can get laid. He wants to forget somethings today badly and being average drunk wouldn't be enough.

When Matt finally finishes cleaning up, the two of them head downstairs again and find their other friends cuddling on the couch.

Tom rolls his eyes and goes to the kitchen followed by Matt. They get some left over pizza in the fridge and put it in the microwave to heat it up.

"Tom?"

The man looks away from the microwave to the doorway of the kitchen to see Edd. "Hey Edd, what's up?"

Edd's eyes seem to widen in surprise when he sees Tom's face. "What's up with you actually? You're wearing makeup."

Tom crosses his arms, "Matt wanted to put makeup on me when he caught me going down the stairs."

"And you let him?" Edd says surprised that his blue wearing friend would let Matt do that. He knows Tom isn't the guy who wouldn't let things happen to him easily.

"Yeah." The microwave beeps when it's down and Tom pulls the leftovers out. He places it on the table so Matt could take a some. "It's nothing really."

Edd nods, still confused about Tom accepting getting a makeover by Matt. "Okay, well I came to see if you guys wanted to join Tord and I in a movie marathon for Insane Zombie Pirates from Hell. It's been awhile since we actually hung out as group so I though we could all watch it together..." The brunet says shyly as he fiddled with his fingers.

"I'll join!" Matt replies in a cheerful tune.

"Tom?"

"I can stay for one movie. I have to go to the bar later." Tom answers back, picking up one slice of pizza.

The guys follow Edd to the living room with their slice of pizza. Tom took a seat on the arm chair while Matt joined Edd and Tord on the couch.

Tord raised a brow when he saw Tom walk passed him, all the way to the armchair. "What's with the makeup Witness? It looks pretty gay."

"Says the one who is gay."

"Mind you, I'm bi." He stuck his tongue out at Tom childishly resulting with the other to huff.

Tom can't deny that his enemy right. Tord is bi since he used to still date girls while he also still looks at his hentai magazines on his own time when he isn't hanging around Edd.

So the four of them watched the movie for awhile. Tom slumped in his seat as the couple cuddled up on the couch. He had to drink his bottle of water to keep him from from coughing up his illness. Tom didn't want his friends knowing about it due to the worry they would cause them, reminder that he's only worried about Edd and Matt.

Once the couple starts making out during the movie that was Tom's cue to leave.

"I'm going to the bar now." He whispers softly to not disrupt the people watching the movie on the couch.

Quietly he slips away and exits the house to none of their knowledge.

~+Bar+~

"Hello again Tom. Nice makeup by the way." The female bartender, Maria, greets as Tom takes a seat at the counter.

Tom smiles back at her, "Thanks, one of my roommates did it for their amusement." He puts some money on the counter for his usual drinks.

"The usual more I suspect?" Tom nods and she takes the money and stores it in her apron tied around her waist. Marie is his usual bartender who knew him the best when it can to his drinks. There are other tenders who know him too, but he favors her because she knows how to make his drinks the best. "A round of Smirnoffs coming right up." She leaves to go get his drink.

When she's gone,Tom's left to his thoughts. He hold his hand over his mouth to cough out a few petals before he drinks himself silly. This time there are three petals: all red. He stuffs them into a napkin and throws it into one of the nearby trash bins before taking his seat back.

Maria comes back with his bottle and a cup for him to drink with even though she knows he'll drain from the bottle at some point. "One whole bottle of Smirnoff for the lovely gentleman."

Tom chuckles, "Very funny Mari." She snaps her fingers at him with a grin and leaves to tend to the the other customers. "Hello beautiful." He grabs the neck of the bottle and pours himself a glass.

Then things go from there, glass after glass, bottle after bottle. Tom make himself drunk to the bone as more drinks come in, each different or the same he couldn't tell. Head down on the counter on his arms as he lets the alcohol set into his blood.

"Hey pretty boy~"

Tom lifts his head up, drunkenly giving his attention to the man asking for his attention. "Hello~." He greets in a seductive slur.

The man comes closer and slips an arm around his waist. "The name's Benard, but I go by Ben."

Drunk giggles escape Tom's lips as he goes into a cute drunk persona for his new victim. "Name's Tom, hot stuff." He didn't notice the wild look the man had in his eyes as he kept his eyes on him.

"Say, wanna spend the night with me? I promise to keep you entertained."

"Haha, really? How about you give me a preview of what I'm going into." When Tom's drunk, he can have many personas to charm his prey into giving him a good lay.

Just so he could forget everything for one night.

A deep chuckle makes him shiver as Ben tries to close the space between them. However, Ben was punched away before he could even fully close the distance. Tom, since he's drunk, didn't seem surprise. He dismisses the prey who was about to kiss him and got punched away, going back to drinking his final glass like Ben didn't show up in the first place.

Tom didn't care what happened next.

It's not like he'll remember this night anyways.

XxxX

So finally reposting the story.

Hope you guys enjoy the process of this next story while I continue to work with We're Family!

Please remember that I only ship the characters, not the real people.

Can't wait for you guys to read the next chapter for this new book ^^

-BlueCipher0

Amazing Fanart sent to me awhile back

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