Chapter 7

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Tom uncomfortably cleared his throat and straightened his posture. He looked at the teenager and chuckled a little.

"Is that any of your business?" He asked. Younger Tom smiled and stood up, wiping his eyes.

"Are you guys a thing?" He asked. Tom thought for a second, not really sure what to say. He looked at Younger Tom and then to Chris' bedroom door before deciding to change the subject.

"That girl you talked about earlier, do you like her?" He asked. Younger Tom looked at him, his face a bright pink. He frantically shook his head as he took a few steps towards him.

"No, no, no, she's just a friend," he explained. Tom chuckled and raised his eyebrows, leaning forward.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked. Younger Tom looked at the ground, fiddling with his fingers.

Before he could answer, a very pissed Robert Downey Jr came bursting into the apartment. Everything always seems to get interrupted here, Tom thought to himself.

"THOMAS STANLEY, WHAT HAPPENED?!" He yelled, rushing to his son and grabbing a hold of his jaw, moving his head to get a good look at his nose. Chris came out of his bedroom with a cigarette in his hand, a small smile on his face. He could never hold a straight face when Robert was pissed off.

"I-It was just some stupid-" Younger Tom started, but was cut off by his dad.

"Save it for later, go to your damn room before I fucking ground you for the rest of your life!" He yelled. Younger Tom rushed out of the apartment, a door opening and closing in the distance. Robert sighed deeply and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the counter, quickly lighting one and taking a puff. Chris chuckled at him and sat beside Tom on the couch.

"You okay there Robbie?" He laughed. He took a drag off of his own cigarette. Robert glared at him, sitting down in one of the old dining room chairs.

"Don't fucking start Chris," he growled. Chris smiled and put his hands up in defense.

"Hey now, don't be going all dad mode on me," he chuckled. Robert took another deep breath, taking a drag off his cigarette.

"God, I need to get him out of here," he mumbled. Chris looked at Tom with a smile, grabbing his hand. Tom looked at him and squeezed it a little. "God bless it," Robert spoke as he looked at the two, "Thomas I suggest you run now before he ruins your life." Tom just looked down at their hands, smiling like crazy.

"Robert, go take care of Little Tom before he does something he'll regret," Chris said. Robert nodded and put his cigarette in the ashtray before leaving the apartment.

Tom looked down at their hands once more, confused on how he should react to it. Chris looked at him, examining his face. He realized how beautiful his eyes were, along with the shape of his jawline. "You're beautiful Thomas," he uttered. Tom blushed and looked away.

"Th-thank you Chris," he said embarrassedly. The Aussie let go of his hand, pulling the man's head onto his lap. Tom looked up at him, wrapping his arms around his neck and looking him in the eye. It felt like a firework went off between the 2, their feelings were now out in the open for each other.

"Tom..."Chris trailed off, losing himself in his eyes. Tom looked at him with a small smile, playing with the back of his hair.

"Chris, tell me about yourself," he whispered. Chris just looked at him and slowly shook his head.

"You don't want to know about me," he stated.

"I do, you know plenty of things about me. I want to know about your family." Chris shook his head, kissing the man's forehead.

"What I could tell you would give you nightmares for the rest of your life." Tom sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

"Tell me Chris, I must know," Tom demanded. Chris shook his head, making Tom sigh. He slowly sat up, going to get off the couch. Chris quickly grabbed him, holding him close.

"Have you ever smoked weed before, Tom?" He asked, a small smirk on his face. Tom looked at him and shook his head, already knowing the plan that was going on in his head.

"We can never have a peaceful tkme can we, Chris?" He snickered. Chris shook his head, standing up.


Robert had his arm wrapped around Chris' shoulders, laughing so hard it hurt. Chris was watching Tom try to make "toast" in the microwave, obviously getting frustrated.

"I-It's not working!" He whined, slurring at his words.

Chris thought it would be a good idea for them to drink a little, so they all could relieve some of the stress they had about the whole Younger Tom situation. Robert and Chris soon learned that Tom cannot handle too much alcohol or weed.

"Because it's not on Tom," Chris chuckled, standing up and walking to him. Tom pouted as he picked up the piece of bread, sadly taking a bite out off of it. Chris took the piece of bread out of his hand and laid it on the counter. "You've had enough for tonight."

Tom quickly shook his head and walked to the couch, collapsing on top of Robert, who groaned and grabbed the man's shoulder that hit his groin. Tom just giggled and patted it. "I-I'm sorry Robert," he giggled drunkily. Robert just smiled behind the pain and nodded.

"Tom, come on let's get you to bed," Chris tried, walking to them. Tom shook his head, giggling again. He was a giggily drunk, both of the men found it adorable.

"You are something else Mr. Tom From London," Chris chuckled, sitting beside them. Tom wrapped his arms around his torso, the rest of his body laid out on Robert.

"Y-you smell like my dad," Tom giggled, smelling Chris' bare chest. He raised his eyebrows and brushed his fingers through his curly hair. He needed more drugs for this.

"Hey Thomas, why don't you tell us about your family?" Robert asked, taking a drink from his beer. Tom just looked at him, bloodshot eyes from the alcohol.

"I-I have threeeee sisters!" Tom exclaimed, dragging on the 'e' in three and holding up 3 fingers. Chris chuckled and continued playing with his hair, which Tom seemed to purr at.

"Are you the eldest?" Robert asked. To be completely honest, Tom was basically a stranger to Chris and Robert. They had no idea about his background except the fact he's from another country.

Tom shook his head, tracing shapes on Chris' chest. "Nope, Sissy is," Tom laughed. He reached for the beer in Chris' hand, who pulled it back out of his reach and shaking his head.

"Nuh uh baby boy, you've had enough for tonight," he implied. Tom pouted and snuggled up to his torso.

"Do you think he'll remember this tomorrow?" Robert asked. Chris looked down at the now passed out man, his lips slightly parted and cuddling incredibly close to Chris.

"Maybe. I don't think he drinks a lot," Chris chuckled. Robert shook his head and laughed, standing up after a minute of trying to get Tom's legs off of his lap.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he sighed, chugging the rest of his beer.

"Alright man," Chris said, looking at Tom, taking in all of his beauty.

"You guys would have cute babies," he laughed, leaving the apartment.

Chris continued looking at Tom, running his hands through his curls. Tom moaned quietly, leaning into his touch.

"D-don't stop," he whispered.


Hey boos! I'm sorry, like always, for not updating. I have been stressed with school!

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