(Very Slight Smut)
Tord Pov:
"TOM GET BACK HERE!!" I yell and run after Tom.
"NEVER COMMIE!!" Tom yells.
He throws small balls on to the floor and I slide on them and fall.
I see that they're marbles.
"YOU CAN'T KEEP PULLING PRANKS ON ME!!" I yell.
"SUCK MY ASS COMMIE!!" Tom yells from another hall.
If only you'd let me.
I stand up and sigh.
I take careful steps over all the marbles.
I begin running again.
Tom has been setting up traps everywhere.
Specifically for me.
I see Tom run into a room.
I run into the room, but get hit in the face with plastic wrap.
I pull it off my face and see Tom climbing out the window.
"TOM!!" I yell as he jumps out the window.
I run after him, but fall from my feet hitting a wall of more plastic wrap.
I lift my head and see him showing me the middle finger as he hovers with a jetpack.
Tom flys away.
"GOD DAMNIT TOM!!" I yell.
*2 Hours Later*
Okay.
So when I'm close pinning Tom just leads to a kick in the stomach, grabbing Tom leads to a slap, and tripping Tom somehow ends up with me falling instead.
What haven't I tried yet?
I get a water ballon thrown at the back of my head.
I'm soaked.
I turn around and see Tom laughing.
"TOM I SWEAR!!" I yell.
Tom runs away.
"UGH!! THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING!!" I yell.
I run after Tom.
After a minute of running I lose him.
"FAEN!!" I yell.
"Why don't you just act like you used to?" I hear.
I turn to my left and see Patrick.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Be mischievous back to him. I'm sure that's what he wants since he's treating you like he did when you 2 were in your 20's," Patrick says.
"So you think that's what he's looking for from me?"
"Well it's better than being the only 1 continuously pranked on," Patrick says.
"That's true,"
"Go get em tiger,"
Tom Pov:
I stand still and hold my knees panting.
I think I'll take a break from running.
I walk into the lounge looking down.
I suddenly hear, "Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!"
I lift my head to see Tord standing next to a stereo playing Christmas music with a devilish smirk.
My digital eyes widen.
I start screaming and hold my ears as I run out the door.
I then trip over something.
I fall face flat.
I turn to see what I tripped on and I see a bottle of Smirnoff laying on the floor.
"HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME MY DEAREST SMIRNOFF?!!" I yell at the Smirnoff bottle.
I get up and run away.
I feel a bullet like pain in my back.
I turn around and see that Tord shot me with a paint ball gun.
"Oh you bit-"
He starts shooting at me and I run while trying to dodge the paint balls.
Tord runs after me while shooting at me.
I throw marbles under his feet and he falls.
He drops the paintball gun and I quickly pick it up.
Tord looks up at me with a 'oh shit' face.
"I'll give you 3 seconds to run Commie," I say with a smirk.
Tord quickly gets up and runs away.
"1"
"2"
"3"
I run after Tord and start shooting at him.
"YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER COMMIE!!" I yell at Tord.
"SUCK MY ASS!!" Tord yells back.
Tord Pov: *2 Hours Later*
I finally catch Tom off guard and tackle him on to the floor.
I pin both his wrists above his head.
I trap his legs so he can't move them too.
"LET GO COMMIE!!" Tom yells at me while panting heavily.
I kiss him roughly.
He immediately kisses back just as rough.
I lick his bottom lip asking for entrance.
He refuses.
I bite his neck hard and he gasps from the sudden pain.
I take my chance and stick my tongue in his mouth.
I explore every inch of his mouth like I've never done it before.
Once I finished that I go on to his neck and give it licks and nibbles.
"T-Tord~" Tom moans out.
I lick a soft spot and he arches his back.
I bite hard on the soft spot.
"AH~!" Tom moans out.
That's going to leave a hickey.
I left go of 1 of his wrists and I lift up his shirt.
"Please D-don't do that..." Tom begs quietly.
I look at him.
I can see he's crying by the little tears showing on his goggles.
I sigh.
I left go of him and stand up.
Tom sits up and tears slide down his cheeks under his goggles.
He wipes them away.
I look down.
"I'm sorry... Tom," I say.
Tom looks at me.
"Y-you should be," Tom says to me trying to sound like he wasn't just crying.
....
"You want to go get something to eat?" I ask Tom.
"Yeah," Tom says to me.