It's finally here, I know I said it'd be out sooner but graduation, finals, seeing my dad, and a whole lot of jet lag killed my motivation to be horny. Luckily there's playlists so here's one I think you should listen to when you get the spicy parts 👀 It's absolutely immaculate in my opinion. The playlist, not the story lol but enjoy reading ^^

"Wanna say that again? Soldier?" Tord snapped at the bushy eyebrowed man on the phone, Paul rolling his eyes playfully. Pat chuckled to himself, smiling at Paul from his end of the three-way FaceTime call.

"I'm just saying, Tord. You go off about your "top notch masculinity" but first of all, you're a bottom, and second, you're a massive lightweight. And I've never heard of a real man that can't handle his liquor. So naturally, I'm more of a man than you." He teased, sticking his tongue out at him tauntingly.

"No he's right, Tord. He was in the military, and he can handle his liquor. Plus he's not a bottom." Pat joined in, snickering along with Paul. Though Tord didn't think it was very funny. His face grew redder with embarrassment and anger as his best friends laughed at him through the call.

"Y'know what? I'll show you I can handle liquor! I will prove it! And when I do, I'll be the one laughing!" He huffed, leaving the call. Paul and Pat remained though, both snickering and shaking their heads.

"Damn, not even gonna deny the bottom thing anymore. Y'know, it's gotten way too easy to get under his skin. You think we should lay off?" The slightly older man asked his bushy eyebrowed partner, only receiving a shrug. "Yeah, you're right, he did this to himself... wanna come over and watch a movie?" He asked, Paul thinking for a second before leaping up from his bed.

"Sure. Be over in a bit." He told him, hanging up the call and heading to the other's house. Tord on the other hand stayed right where he was, sulking and thinking about where he could get alcohol. Sure he could go to the bar but he'd rather not go to a bar during the day. Especially this early in the day. Plus, those people at the bar weren't exactly his type of crowd. He hummed in thought before snapping his fingers. Of course! Tom was asleep! He wouldn't be up until later, so he could just take a bottle from his cabinet and he'd never know. Perfect.

The Norwegian made his way into the shared kitchen, scoping it out first to make sure it was clear. Tom was asleep in his room, Edd was in the living room flipping through the channels with Matt, and there weren't any other witnesses. He took a breath and creeped towards the alcohol cabinet. Tom had announced it to be his 'alcohol cabinet' since nothing in it wasn't alcoholic. Tord snuck the cabinet open and as he expected, there was really nothing but vodka. He sulked for a bit before grabbing a bottle and sitting at the kitchen table. For a moment he thought about grabbing a glass but decided against it, after all, Tom never used a glass. He just drank straight from the bottle. So, he decided to follow his lead. He unscrewed the top and shook the bottle a bit, eyeing the clear liquid strangely.

"The more you think about it the less chance you'll do it. Like pulling off a bandage, just rip it off, don't think about it." He tried, holding his breath as he raised the bottle to his lips and tipped it, letting the liquid fill his mouth. It instantly burned his whole face and mouth, making him want to spit it out. The heat was so abnormal, he was sure it was cold before. Though he resisted the urge to spit it out, he couldn't exactly fight the urge to gag as he held it in his mouth. He threw his hand over his mouth as he struggled to keep it in, attempting to swallow carefully. "Ugh-" he murmured as he swallowed, keeping his lips tight so as not to spill the rest of the beverage he held in his mouth.

The heat of the alcohol seared his cheeks and tongue as he did so, his face feeling feverish. At last, he managed to swallow the rest and though he had drunk a great deal of it, there was more, much more in the bottle. After all, he was dead set on finishing it. "Alright..you can do this, you can prove to them that you are a man, just drink the damn drink." He said sternly, hyping himself up best he could before tipping the bottle upside down again and letting it flood into his mouth. He kept swallowing, pretending it was water so he could bear it, until he couldn't.

The Norwegian choked a bit and placed the bottle down harshly on the table, his eyes and face burning from the heat. "Ok..that's enough, I can't drink anymore." He croaked to himself, holding his throat as tears leaked loosely from the corners of his eyes. How did Tom do this? It sucked! He waited for the heat to go away but it only made his face and body hotter. "Uhhh." He groaned, burying his face in his hands and closing his eyes. The man felt sick and dizzy, closing his eyes only made it worse. He didn't understand why he'd done it but he was scared to open his eyes too. Tord took slow, deep breaths the best he could. He even resorted to holding the back of his hand over his mouth and remained still as a statute as to not vomit.

The heat from his body slowly dispersed over the next few minutes but he still didn't feel good. He felt queasy, like he'd just stepped off a fast ride at the amusement park. When he finally opened his eyes, he wasn't sure what he was doing at the table or how he'd gotten there. All he knew was that he was ready to lay down. Slowly and very carefully, he stepped up from his seat and glanced around the kitchen. He hummed in thought before lifting his hand to his face, wiggling his fingers strangely. "Heh, the fuck?" He chuckled drunkenly, dropping his hand to his side. The Norwegian simply stood, eyeing the hallway in suspicion before deciding to check it out. He took an exaggerated step towards the hallway, then another, and another until he was next to Edd's door. His eyes scanned the room slowly before he continued. All doors in the house looked the same except for Tom's which had "GTFO" written in black spray paint on the door.

Tord squinted at it for a few moments, tracing the painted letters with his finger while he squeezed his chin and hummed in thought. "Hmmm.." he hummed some more, glaring at the paint now to try and identify what exactly the "code" read. He stood there for a couple minutes, foot tapping, drool dripping, eyes focused and forward. And in a brilliant, drunk moment, he got it. "Ohhh!" He muttered, eyes wide and proud of himself before grabbing the door handle. "Psh, can't tell me what to do, door!" He barked, swinging the door open, ready to yell a victory cry when he saw Tom, fast asleep in his dark room. It was cool in the Brit's room, very unlike Tord's burning hot face.

Tord took a very careful approach of watching the Brit, eyeing his big fluffy bed and the large man that slept on top of it. The Norwegian pursed his lips and silently closed the door behind him, tip toeing over to the sleeping Brit. Up closely, he could see how soft the bed and blankets looked and how soundly the Brit was sleeping. He pouted upon seeing this. He wanted to sleep too. But if he woke him up, he'd be angry, even in his drunken state Tord knew that. So, he'd just have to be extra careful when crawling into the bed, right? 'How hard could it be?' Tord figured, slinking quietly over to the foot of the bed where he slid carefully under the covers before wiggling his way through the mess of blankets and next to the sleeping Brit. Tom didn't seem to notice, luckily for Tord and remained still. He didn't even move when Tord snuggled up against him into his warmth. Finally satisfied, Tord could sleep. But he wasn't tired.

Yet another setback in his plan, a scowl molding onto his red face. "Hmph." He pouted, still laying next to Tom while he tried to think of things to make him tired. Warm milk? No, he'd wake Tom if he got up. A lullaby, but no one to sing it for him. Unless he woke up Tom but he'd be too angry at him to sing. Tord pondered for a long while, but the more he thought the more he was awake. He started to get restless, annoyed at the fact that he couldn't come up with anything until he did. If it weren't for the alcohol in his system, maybe he would've been able to think of something more tasteful. Maybe something that made a little more sense. But, in his drunken state, his best idea seemed to be pretty rational. Sex made him tired. Why hadn't he thought of this earlier? It was so clear now!

Tord chuckled under his breath and turned to the sleeping Tom, turning him over on his back. The Brit, even when passed out, was reluctant to listen to Tord, an annoyed expression fixing into his face. Though once on his back, he stayed and didn't stir anymore, his expression relaxed as well. Tord took his opportunity as he saw fit and climbed over the sleeping Brit, straddling him. Though he frowned when he didn't feel anything and grunted frustratingly. For a moment, he felt around with his hand, becoming more and more disappointed and annoyed as he did. "Why..aren't you hard? Am I not pretty enough?" He asked aloud, pouting with his arms crossed across his chest. When Tom didn't answer, the Norwegian huffed and began hitting his chest with clenched fists. "Answer me!" He cried, waking the Brit up abruptly and definitely not pleasantly.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he awoke, looking as pale as a ghost, but when he saw who had woken him up, his face quickly went dark. "What the fuck are you doing in my room? In my bed no less?" He snapped, grabbing Tord's wrists to stop him from hitting him. Tord looked to the Brit with a sudden terror, tears brimming his eyes as he looked over his livid expression. He sniffled and soon began to cry, confusing the Brit. Tom let go of his wrists awkwardly, not sure what to do with him.

"Why don't you think I'm pretty?" Tord cried out, confusing him even more.

"The fuck are you on about?" The Brit asked puzzledly as the drunk Norwegian balled. "What's going on with you? Why're you being weird?" He asked, far more annoyed than concerned. Tord sniffed again and wiped his eyes, looking up to face Tom.

"Why aren't you hard?" Tord asked again, placing his hand on the man's crotch only to look down in surprise at the tent under his palm. He looked back to Tom to see his reddened, flustered face as he looked away.

"..It's because I just woke up, now move." He muttered in embarrassment, too tired to be thinking about everything that was happening all at once. Though Tord didn't let it go, gliding his palm along the tent made Tom jump. "Stop! What's gotten into you?" He snapped, swatting his hand away. Tord only smirked at him and inched closer, sitting on top of him.

"Nothing, but I wish you would~" he purred, grinding on the obvious erection under his thin sweatpants. Tom froze, unable to process any of it as he stared blankly at him. Was he still sleeping? Was this a dream? A prank maybe? But not even Tord wouldn't go this far.

"Tord, seriously get off, I have work in a couple hours and I need to be rested." He growled, getting angry again in hopes that it would scare Tord off. But the Norwegian didn't budge, he only grinned and gave him a big smooch, giggling like a little girl as he did.

"You're cute when you're angry~" he purred, burying his face in Tom's chest, taking in a big whiff of his scent. The Brit's blood began to boil, his entire body becoming hot with anger as Tord went on. That was the final straw. The Brit pulled out his phone, ready to call Edd to get the Norwegian out of his room.

"I'm serious. If you don't get the fuck out of my room I'm going to snap your spine in two." He grunted, opening the camera app instead. If he did get into a fight, he needed proof that Tord had started it. The Brit shot daggers at Tord as he pressed the record button, though once again Tord wasn't fazed, he only continued to further grind against him. He'd now started to use his hand as well, gripping the bulge in his sweatpants.

"Mm you smell so good~" he purred, wiggling his ass a bit before humping the Brit's leg like a needy cat. "Tommy, please take me~ I've been so good~" He began to pant and moan against the Brit, burying his face in his scent. "Mm~ oh my gosh, please~ I want you~" he moaned, lifting his head up from the shirt. Drool dripped from his bottom lip, his eyes lidded and pleading as his humping quickened. "Oh~ fuck.. this would feel so much better if you were inside me! UhH~!" He moaned out, his face flushing from arousal, leading Tom to finally give in.

"Damn it, what am I going to do with you?" He asked, already mentally exhausted with the situation. Despite that, he pulled Tord closer and began to grind back, getting a dirty smile out of the Norwegian.

"I dunno~ why don't you tell me~?" He cooed, sticking his tongue out before dragging it across Tom's closed lips. The Brit allowed him to do so for a few moments before he sighed and pushed him back a bit.

"You're doing this whole thing wrong y'know." The Brit told him, squeezing his face a little before pulling him into a kiss. He took no time at all to slip his tongue into Tord's mouth, his tongue seemingly pulling the other in even further. Tord's eyes closed as he was sucked into the kiss, releasing a quiet moan to show his enjoyment. The two kept on, Tom's hand moving to grope and rub his thigh as he got more into it. Turns out, Tord became less repulsive when he was quiet, who knew? Tord grabbed the Brit's hand on his thigh, pulling it back to grope his ass. Tom obliged and squeezed the other through his pants, digging his fingers in a bit. The Norwegian moaned softly, wiggling his hips a little to get Tom the message. The two pulled back with soft panting breaths, a string of saliva connecting their tongues.

"You seemed excited, why'd you stop?" The Norwegian asked, wrapping his arms around the back of Tom's neck. His eyes lidded as he looked at the Brit, a grin appearing on his face. "Did you get my hint?" He purred slyly, biting his lip and pressing his palm against the Brit's hard on. "It's bigger than I thought." He whispered, grinning widely as he pulled back the waistband of his sweatpants. To his surprise, there were no boxers underneath, only the Brit's erection standing tall right before his wide eyes.

"Are you gonna look at it all day or are you actually going to do something? You woke me up for this didn't you?" The Brit asked, his tanned skin slightly pink as Tord stared at him. The other chuckled a little and pulled his own pants off, kicking them across the room.

"Oh I'm gonna do something, I just need to get a good look at you first~" he purred, backing off a bit to get some room. Once he had enough space, he got on his hands and knees, pressing his cheek to Tom's shaft. "Oh look~ I think he likes me~" Tord teased, Tom flushing furiously as he looked away from him. Geez.. he didn't think something like this would be so embarrassing. But at least he was getting this on camera, this would definitely get him to lay off. Plus if it didn't, well, he'd at least get back at him by ripping on his girly moans. The Norwegian licked his lips and hovered his head over the others hard on, a bit of drool on his thin lips. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue to his bottom lip, sliding it along the shaft as he guided it down his throat. He bobbed his head slowly at first, trying to get a feel for it before he gagged himself on the pole in his throat. Though apparently he was going too slow for Tom.

To speed him up, the Brit slid his palm up Tord's back to his bare ass, slipping a finger into his rectum, thrusting it in and out of him. Tord jolted and moaned against the Brit, vibrations running through his most sensitive area. Tom breathed heavily as the vibrations continued with every moan. He looked down to the Norwegian going down on him and took a handful of his hair, shoving him down further. Tord gagged and choked, looking up at Tom through tear coated eyelashes. Though this only aroused him further, that look of disdain, he basically lived for it. He drew his tongue over his canines with a wide smirk and lidded eyes.

"So scary~" he purred, chuckling as he let go of the other's hair but Tord didn't come up with it. Instead, he continued to bob his head, quicker and deeper this time to have more power over the other. He continued to gag but that didn't stop him. He only pulled off when the tip hit a spot a little too far in the back of his throat. He pulled back quickly, feeling like he was going to puke.

"Ugh..what's scary is how hard that felt." The drunken man whined, rubbing his throat as he glared at the Brit who only grinned and shoved him back on the bed abruptly. This naturally caught him off guard, his grey eyes filling with fury as his eyebrows knitted. "What the hell is your problem?!" Tord snapped, only for Tom to pin him down by his wrists, immediately changing Tord's mood. "Oh? It's about time~" he purred, biting his tongue as his legs swung up and hooked around Tom's waist, pulling him down towards him. A grin stretched across his face as the Brit above him slipped two of his fingers into his tight hole. Tord gasped and gripped his wrist with a shaking hand, trying to breathe steadily. Though this was harder said than done, his breathing shook with every thrust of the Brit's fingers. "Eugh- A-A warning maybe?! Ah~ a-and it feels..really strange!" Tord whined, jumping a little when Tom added a third finger. "Hic-!" His breath caught in his throat, his eyes tearing up a little. "Warn me I said!" He howled, clenching around the thick digits, little whimpers and soft moans slipping out as he adjusted.

Tom continued to thrust the fingers in slowly, wiggling his fingers a bit inside him. "Is this your first time? You seem awfully tight. Or maybe it's the first time it's felt this good~" He purred, Tord turning his head away in embarrassment. Tom hummed under his breath, starting to slide the fingers in and out quicker. The Norwegian arched his back with a sharp gasp and gripped Tom's arm harshly.

"haAh! W-wait! That's- eUGh! I-I'm gonna c-come too quickly! UwaH!" He squeaked, his walls clenching around the fingers and his body trembling. Tom simply watched in amusement, pulling his wet fingers out of the Norwegian.

"All that just from my fingers, Tordy? Did it feel that good?" He teased, making sure the camera caught every twitch and tremble of Tord's stimulated body, though it was getting annoying to hold. The Norwegian carefully looked over to the man leaning over him with teary eyes, nodding to his question.

"Yes~ it felt so good that I couldn't stop shaking..I still feel you touching me.." he whispered, slipping his own fingers into his entrance with a quiet moan. "I want you back inside me..! Please~!" He begged, spreading his legs for easier access as his fingers slipped out of him. Tom swallowed thickly, not expecting this much vulnerability from him. He set his phone up to record the rest hands free, wanting to get every bit of this. The bed creaked beneath him as he got on his knees between Tord's legs, guiding his shaft to his entrance.

"I'm going all in, Tord." He warned, pressing the tip to his hole. The Norwegian's eyes widened, his head shooting up at the feeling and memory of the pole in his throat moments before.

"Wait-!" He yelped, but it was too late, the Brit's mass was already buried deep inside him, making him scream aloud. His fingers hooked onto the man's shoulders, waves of pleasure driving through him as he breathed shakily. "Tom! You didn't wait...hurry up already if you're so impatient~!" He yelped, a strained smirk on his face as he tried to adjust. The Brit remained still for what felt like eternity, finally gripping Tord's hips. His rough hands slid up the Norwegian's thighs to the underside of his knees, pushing his legs to his chest and finally over his shoulders. He gave an abruptly rough thrust and waited a moment before repeating. "UnH! Haa~ UmPh! Mm~ hAa..~" the Norwegian moaned quietly, steadily warming up the feeling of being filled. The Brit kept on, slowly and gently, though Tord wanted more than this.

He huffed and turned to face the Brit, letting go of his shoulders. Instead, he cupped the other's face, lifting his gaze to his silver eyes. Tom cocked a brow for a moment, pausing his careful thrusts. "What is it?" The Brit asked, preparing himself for the words telling him to stop. Tord breathed quietly and pulled him down a bit closer, a quiet and yet desperate whisper leaving his lips. "Kiss me.." Tom's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he was pulled down further and met with a kiss. The two pulled apart slowly shortly after, gazing into each other's eyes for a moment. Neither of them blinked, nor breathed, only stared. That is until they both snapped, their lips colliding with the others in a passionate kiss. The two moaned into each other, Tord's hands moving slowly to the others back, gripping him tight. Tom began pummeling his lover's insides mercilessly, causing the other to moan loudly, his grip tightening.

"Sorry Tordy, you did this, now you've gotta accept the consequences." He whispered against his gaping jaw, continuing to thrust deep inside of him. Though Tord's gaping mouth soon turned to an open mouth smile as he gripped Tom's face, bringing their foreheads together best he could.

"Are AhH~ you kidding me? HAh~! Th-this is what I've been craving! MhM! Ooh yes~ give it to me~!" He howled, tightening around him, only exciting the Brit further. Tom grinned and licked his teeth, gripping Tord's neglected dick in his hand, getting a pleasured scream out of him.

"Say no more, darling." The Brit murmured, pulling him into another rough kiss, sliding his tongue along the Norwegian's. That nickname sent oh so many of the best kinds of shivers up his spine. Tord continued to moan softly into the kiss, his loud moans muffled by Tom's kisses. The shudders and quivering of his body weren't suppressed in the slightest in comparison. They only increased with every thrust and stroke of his hand. Soon enough the shivers were becoming nearly too much for him, his body tensing repeatedly.

"Pwah!" The Norwegian gasped, pulling away from the kiss to breathe, releasing a plethora of gasps and moans. "Oh! Ooh~! Oh fuck- I'm gonna come!" He mewled out, readying himself for his release. But Tom wouldn't let him off that easily, his thumb sliding over his lover's slit. Tord looked at him in desperation and dissatisfaction, whimpering quietly. "Tom..you wouldn't.." he whispered, gasping from an abruptly deep thrust.

"Wanna bet, Tordy?" Tom snickered, rubbing his slit teasingly while watching the other squirm in desperation, attempting to push his hand away.

"Tom! UnGh! I wanna cum! Please! Let me cum- AaH~! Please~! I wanna!" He begged, his whole body trembling in anticipation, his hand cupping his mouth to keep his moans in. Tom only gripped him tighter, sliding his thumb along his sensitive areas in a slow, torturous manner. He began thrusting again, harshly and deep into him with little to no mercy.

"You wanna what Tordy?" He coos, panting between thrusts, interrupted by Tord's desperate screams and pants in an attempt to communicate.

"Hic! P-Please Tom!! I'm begging you! Let me cum!" He screamed, back arching as he tightened around him.

"You think you deserve it do you? You'll have to work hard for it. Show me how bad you want your sweet release~" he purred, watching Tord squirm beneath him with teary, vengeful eyes staring up at him.

"Ugh! You're so unfair!" He huffed, tears streaming down his face. Though upon realization that it was in his best interest to cooperate, he caved. He tightened his stomach, wrapping his legs around Tom's waist tighter. The Norwegian thrusted himself against Tom in sync with his thrusts, drilling himself with Tom's dick, hoping it was to his liking. Tom grinned as he watched matching Tord's rhythm best he could.

"Whoo~ attaboy~ You're working your hips so well~ You're just too damn good to lose~" The Brit growled, pecking him on his saliva-covered, gaping lips. "Are you grateful for this Tordy? To have me inside you like this.." he purred, sliding his free hand along the bump in his stomach.

Tord only moaned and whimpered, occasionally gasping and calling out to him. "Yes~! AhH~! T-Tom! I-I'm so grateful~ UhH~! to have you inside me! AagH~!! Thomas~! AhHahh~! Thank you- UaGh~! For fucking me so good~!" He screamed, gripping the sheets tightly.

Tom grinned at his lover, satisfied with his response. "Tordy, you can cum." He hummed, making the Norwegian's eyes widen.

"I can cum? Really?" He asked, gasping exasperatingly as he looked down to Tom's hand, watching it slip from its grasp. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna- cUHM-!" He gasped and arched his back, gripping the sheets as he was finally able to release, squirting all over his chest. Tom continued to drill into Tord's sweet spot, ensuring him a well-earned, satisfying orgasm. "O-OhH~! Ohh! Oh my-Fucking god! HaaH~! AaAHh~~!! Haaa~ hm~!" The Norwegian screeched, his entire body shaking, taking in gasping breaths. The Brit too released, finishing inside of him, painting his walls white with a heavy groan, finishing with a loving, wet kiss to the other's slippery, gaping lips. "Mm~ oh shit.." Tord panted, gasping and feeling his stomach, his quivering body slowly relaxing into the kiss, eyes closing.

Tom grinned into it, slowly and gently pulling out of him. "You did so good Tordy, you might've just made me fall in love with you~" he joked, though Tord didn't hear him, his limp hand slipped from the Brit's back as his soft snores filled the room, leading Tom to smile warmly at his sleeping form. He remained next to the sleeping Norwegian for a few moments, playing with some loose locks of his hair. After checking the clock though, he remembered his shift and sighed, rolling out of bed. The Brit left the room for a couple minutes, returning shortly with a warm, wet cloth and a sharpie. He took the cloth to the sleeping Norwegian's face, chest, and lastly his legs. He preferred Tord to wake up with the evidence of their good time dripping out of him.

Once he was clean, the Brit grinned and opened the sharpie and rolled the sleeping man onto his stomach, writing a little note on his back. It read, 'Property of Tom, do not touch.' Just underneath the writing, was an arrow pointing to his ass. Satisfied, he closed the sharpie, rolled him back over and tucked him under the sheets. He'd have to clean them later anyway. He took one last look at his soft, sleeping face before kissing his forehead. "Sleep well love, I'll see you after work." He whispered, then turned to his phone which had been recording all of it and pressed 'stop'. The Brit grinned as an idea rose in his mind. He rose to leave, leaving his phone open to the recording on the pillow next to the sleeping Tord for him to see when he woke up.