((nsfw-ish-™️))

((i'll be posting another christmas chapter tomorrow but with fluff! consider that your guys' present :3 ))

"oh, come on!" tom groaned loudly into his bed mattress, pulling his pillow over his head to block the noise erupting from the living room.

it was christmas eve, tom's least favorite holiday. edd, matt, and tord had decided to throw a party for no one but themselves. they had invited tom, who obviously rejected with a rather rude attitude. it might've been a mistake to say no; at least he would've been awake and not have a hard time sleeping like right now.

loud, obnoxious christmas music drifted through the house. screams and laughs added to the noise, along with the drunken slur of his friend's voices. there was also the sound of things breaking and glass cups being slammed down on the counter as they took shots. the tv blared in the background, playing a christmas movie that no one seemed to be paying attention to.

tom, tired of it, got up with a frustrated yell. he slipped on a plain grey tee and left his black sweats on as he slammed open his door and stormed out to the main room.

"could you tune it down!? some of us are trying to sleep!" tom demanded, referring to himself.

"tom!" edd threw his arms in the air. his voice intertwined with a bit of a drunk tone. "y- you made it!!"

"wha-? okay, just-" tom sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "tune it down, please."

"tim is maaaad." matt giggled, eggnog smeared on his cheek.

"step the fuck up, matt," tom snapped.

"thomaaaaaasss!" tord appeared from the kitchen, stumbling to the shorter male and pulling him into a too-tight and too-friendly hug. "i'm s- so glad you *hic* got the sense to c- come out and have a good time!"

"let go of me, commie!" tom struggled. he attempted pushing tord away but to no avail.

"nuh-uh. not without a kiss~" tord puckered up his lips, facing tom.

"are you insane!?" tom's eyes shot wide open. edd and matt burst out into a fit of laughs, clinging onto each other for support.

"mistletoe!" tord hiccuped, pointing upwards at the ceiling where, in fact, a mistletoe hung. "and you know what thaaat meeeaaans!"

"i'd fucking kill myself before i kissed you." tom shoved tord away harshly. "now i'm gonna go take a shot before i sleep. by the time i get back in the living room i want you two-" he pointed at edd and matt, "-to be fast asleep on the couch or in your rooms. no more party. it's over."

"awwww.." edd whined, and matt mumbled to himself.

"let's *hic* go, eddy.." matt held edd's hand and led him off to the couch to finish the movie and hopefully fall asleep during it.

"as for you," tom glared at tord, "go to your room and jerk off or something."

"s- suck my dick," tord poked his chest, eyes narrowed.

"you wish." the brit turned and padded into the kitchen. he leaned against the marble counter and sighed. "jesus christ." tom grabbed a shot glass from the cupboard and poured a bit of whiskey. "this'll do the trick." he lifted the small cup to his lips and drank it at once, setting it back down. "damn." tom wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

suddenly tom felt a strong pair of arms slither around his waist and a crotch thrusting itself onto his ass. he yelped in surprise and whipped his gaze over his shoulder to see who his attacker was.

tord. of course. he should've known.

"what are you doing!?" tom whisper-yelled as to not wake matt and edd. his face was littered with a light pink. he blamed the alcohol.

"you didn't wanna kiss me," tord grazed his teeth gently over the soft skin on tom's neck. his voice still had a twinge of tipsiness to it.

"n- no, because you're gross." tom shuddered. he gritted his teeth and tried to keep his calm.

"am i?" tord hummed. he turned tom around and forced his back against the counter, trapping him between his arms.

"..yes." tom chewed at the inside of his cheek nervously. just breathe. he felt his heart rate ramp up once tord's hand slid its way up his t-shirt. "s- stop." he ordered shakily, though really he didn't mind.

"then why are you letting this happen?" tord pressed his nose against tom's, a sly smirk on his reddened face.

"i- uh- i-" tom stuttered. he felt weak in the knees just by meeting tord's silver lustful gaze. he practically melted as the norwegian's hot, alcohol-scented breath warmed his face. "i d- don't know."

tord's lips hovered millimeters away from tom's. they were so close. so close. but tord didn't want to let tom have this; oh, no, for that would just let his chance of revenge slip away. after all the names tom had called him and the things tom had done? hell no. (even if tord did want this. there was always the hentai option.)

tom leaned in for a kiss, surprised when tord didn't oblige.

"what?"

"nope," tord grinned stupidly. he trailed his finger down to tom's stomach and finally to his pants, hand gripping the hem of it. "should i~?"

"yes!" tom cried out. he blushed in embarrassment and slapped a hand over his mouth. "i mean- no! don't t- touch me!"

"what a shame." tord tutted and shook his head. all of a sudden he moved his face to tom's neck and dug his teeth in it, chewing and licking the mark he left.

tom let out a small noise of pleasure and bit his lip to muffle the rest. he threw his head back and held onto the kitchen counter for support.

"you're mine. only i can touch you like this. got that?" tord growled into tom's ear before chewing on the tip of it.

"y- yes, i did." tom nodded frantically. he felt his pants tighten around his crotch, blushing even darker now. "just f- fuck me already.."

tord laughed pathetically and pulled away. "you think i'm gonna fuck you!?" he slurred slightly.

blinking in confusion, tom nodded. "well.. yeah?"

"hah! no! this is my payback," tord traced his finger down tom's jawline, who shivered pleasurably in response. "i won't stoop that low." he winked and added, "yet."

"you tease!" tom gasped, pushing tord backwards.

tord narrowed his eyes. "bitch." he shoved a hand down tom's pants and almost laughed again. "no boxers? if i weren't drunk i'd totally be recording all of this."

"you're disgusting!" tom held in another moan.

"look who's talking," tord circled his finger around the tip of tom's member. he pulled his hand out and took a step back. "i think that's enough for tonight."

"please, no!" tom begged, mentally kicking himself for sounding so desperate.

"no. you have to earn the right to be fucked by me." tord crossed his arms triumphantly. this is perfect! he thought happily.

tom frowned, reaching up and feeling his hickey. "you're an asshole."

"shhh." tord placed a quick kiss on tom's lips. "try harder." he turned and walked off in the direction of his room.

"bitch," tom scowled. he brought his attention down to his crotch and sighed. "looks like i have a date with my hand."