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The Roys, oh boy, they redefine the meaning of noise pollution. It's like they have their own secret club where being loud and obnoxious is a requirement for membership. They've practically trademarked it, richer than a stack of gold bars and more powerful than politicians, they just can't resist flaunting their wealth and status. So, forget about any hope of finding peace and tranquility with this bunch. Their usual routine is all about making a scene and causing a ruckus. And let's not even get started on the endless arguments and never-ending drama that's always brewing in their lives. It's like living in a soap opera, but without the commercial breaks!
And here is today's morning scoop: Logan's grand empire, the one he built with his blood and sweat is now crumbling down at a crazy speed. His kids? They're all over the place, sneakily stabbing each other in the back, all hungry for their crappy father's approval.
And Stewy's not sure whether to be glad or not that his 'friends' haven't offed each other yet. But come on, who is he kidding? These dudes wouldn't even dare sass their lousy dad, let alone actually do someone in.
Stewy sighs loudly at the thought of the Roy siblings, before turning back his attention to the sleeping form of the man he shouldn't have messed with.
Tom frickin' Wambsgans.
Shiv's cuck fiance, the better half of the "dumb and dumber" duo. He's no einstein by any stretch, but way better than Greg, Roman, and Kendall combined by miles.
Stewy sighs again, checking out Tom's sleeping mug before he gets up and head to the shower. Trying to scrub off whatever madness made him...
do this mess is.
He strips down and cranks up the water in high heat, letting the warm goodness calm his tense muscles and brain. Washing away the stress right down the drain. He's never felt so wiped out before.
"Man, what the hell..." Stewy groans, leaning his head on the bathroom wall.
He closes his eyes, trying to erase everything about last night, about Tom and that suprisingly annoyingly charming grin of his.
That dumb, attractive smile.
Stewy couldn't help but let out a snicker, his mind spiraling with amusement. Had he really been so out of it last night that he conjured up an image of Tom as some sort of heartthrob? Hilarious! But here he was, completely sober, and lo and behold, that handsome smile was still imprinted in his mind like a stubborn stain on a white shirt.
And his hands.
Damn his hands.
He remembers Tom's large hands and his long fingers. And that easy way he held that shot glass while pouring vodka for both of them? Fantastic. He can already feel himself acting up.
He remembers himself leaning in closer to hear, then they yapped about their uncomplicated lives before getting caught up with the Roys.
Then they laughed at how they always fell into the same traps, the Roys' manipulation and mind games.
Then, outta nowhere, Stewy's hand is under Tom's chin and he plants one kiss right on his cheek. His cocaine filled head doesn't have an idea if it was accidental or not, but he knows his brain hit pause for a sec.
Tom blushed like a cherry tomato and started stuttering like a broken record, his mouth flapping open and shut like a fish out of water. Stewy figured it was just a matter of time before the guy spat out something mega embarrassing. So, he did what any sane person would do: grabbed Tom's wrist and hailed his driver to take them back to his place.
Man, he'd never pulled such a crazy move before. Well, not really considering he bent over Kendall's bullshit countless of times. He let Kendall conned him into being his boyfriend only to get dumped when Rava showed up.
But maybe.
Just maybe.
Maybe this is gonna be his best drunk idea in a while. 'Cause Tom's not pulling away, probably 'cause he's wasted out of his fucking mind, but who cares? Instead, he's leaning into it and wrapping his arms around Stewy.
They're just hanging outside the bar, now waiting for Stewy's ride. Tom's barely on his feet, with Stewy holding up most of his weight.
"Sorry, dude," the guy mumbles into Stewy's ear, gripping even tighter.
"No sweat, just don't trip or some thing, okay?" Stewy chuckles.
At some point, Tom did lose his balance and plops on his rear. Stewy struggles to get him back up again, and right on time, their ride arrives. So, Stewy and his driver gave Tom a hand, and got him comfy in the passenger seat.
The drive's not a marathon, and Stewy can't help but laugh 'cause Tom's blushing and apologizing like there's no tomorrow.
He just keeps saying sorry whenever Stewy tries to chill him out, and Stewy's gotta remind him that he's the one who kicked off the kiss, not the other way around.
Then out of nowhere, his mouth moves on its own before he could stop it, "Don't sweat it, you'll make it up to me later."
Everything was a blur after that.
Once they were inside of his place, Tom basically flops down on the couch, still clinging to Stewy.
Tom's lips? They're all red and tempting, and Stewy can practically feel his own blood racing.
So, he leans down and locks lips with Tom. Nice and gentle, but still firm enough to say, "Hey, I'm into you."
By now, Stewy couldn't care less. Screw Shiv. This is his way of hitting back for all the mess she caused, screwing up things for him and Kendall 'cause she couldn't hold things down with Nate.
But most of all, he just wants to stir the pot. Seriously. She's out there, getting cozy with her ex, making her clueless fiancé think he's got her all figured out. She's flexing whatever little power she's got to kick him to the curb and shame him. She's tossing out every lowdown trick to mess up their thing, 'cause that's what a Roy would always do, right? When they claim they're in love.'
They destroy the person they love.
Finally pulling back from the smooch, Stewy notices Tom staring at him, wide-eyed, hair all over the place. "What?" Stewy asks with a grin.
Before he could reply, Tom kisses him right back. Softly, but passionately all the same. And fuck does that make Stewy's heart beat faster.
After they parted, Stewy looks at Tom, who looks at Stewy, and they just start giggling like lunatics for some reason.
"Why are you laughing?" Stewy asks throughlaughs, reaching up to play with Tom's hair.
"It's just that," Tom says, catching his breath. "I feel more rush when you kiss me compared to when shiv kiss" he bursts into laughter once more, and Stewy felt his smile drops.
Tom continues to laugh, his laugh becoming more and more broken as time passes. until it was replaced with quiet sobs. Stewy knows what's about to happen next, because he's been in the same exact position before.
He was Kendall's emotional punching bag and Tom is shiv's very own doormat.
" I know shiv's been fucking around with Nate, " Tom said, his voice broken.
Stewy didn't know what to do, so he wrapped an arm around Tom's shoulders and sat down next to him.
Stewy honestly doesn't know what to say, what the fuck is he supposed to say? 'Congratulations, welcome to the club. How's the feeling of getting fucked over by a Roy?'
No, wait, too crude.
How about, 'How does it feel to lose your fiancée because you're such a fucking doormat cuck?''
Yeah, that'll definitely get a reaction.
Luckily, Tom decides for him. He grabs Stewy's shirt in both hands and pulls him close, hugging him tightly. Tears stream down his face and it feels like all his pain comes out all at once. The poor guy's shaking and sobbing into his chest like a baby. Stewy doesn't know why, but the sight made him feel sick.
Sure, before this incident they barely talk to one another outside the company's premise. But, somehow, someway this feels different. Like the universe wanted them together or somethin', like some kind of twisted cosmic joke... Stewy shakes his head at the ridiculous thought.
God! He is truly a mess of a human.
Well, fuck it. He dated Kendall, He became Kendall's scorned mistress at some point. So becoming Tom's potential rebound maybe isn't as bad as he initially feared. He had done a lot worse for a lot less after all.
In the end, all things considered, he supposes that Tom is a nice guy. Even If he's a little clumsy, and kind of weird, sometimes...
yeah, he's nice alright.
He's taller than Kendall and is built better than Kendall, and it might just be his drunkenness that allows him to act like this...But he doesn't care though.
He took Tom's face in between his hands and wiped away Tom's tears with his thumbs.
He smiled at him and told him, "Fuck shiv and Nate, Fuck Kendall, fuck the Roys. It's just us now okay?"
Tom sniffled and laughs softly, "You really mean that?"
"I sure do."
There was that stupid kiss on his cheeks. Then another one, then another, and another. Until they were back to being pressed chest to chest, Tom wrapped tightly against his body.
"Mm, you taste good," Tom said, his soft breath fanning his neck. He chuckled lowly and kissed Stewy's throat, leaving marks all along the way.
"Taste good like vodka?" Stewy asked, moving his head to the side to look at Tom who looked like he was smiling.
"No, tastes like honey, and apples, and strawberries."
His eyes went a little glassy, and Stewy knew he meant more. His heart fluttered. And when Tom licked and nipped along his jawline, Stewy was sure that's how butterflies felt.
Tom's hand slid up his tshirt to his bare skin. His fingertips tracing over his nipple until he reached a sensitive spot, where he gently pinched the tip and began rubbing circles over his nipples.
And suddenly, Stewy wasn't thinking about anything else. Just pure pleasure and ecstasy coursing through his entire body. Aching for his touch, wanting more and more with each passing second. The need was building inside him, burning and begging him to take more, but then Tom stopped.
"Let me see it," he whispered softly, pulling away.
Stewy nodded and turned, lifting his tshirt high over his head, baring his torso fully in front of Tom. Tom traced the length of his abs and then moved over his abdomen to his stomach. He ran his fingers over the waistband of Stewy's pants and grinned at him when he heard a sigh escape from the back of his throat. That only seemed to fuel him further, and before Stewy could tell him no, he grabbed Stewy's boxers and sliding them down.
And oh man, oh God.
This is not happening, this cannot be real.
As much as Stewy wanted to join their bodies together, the urge to protect his so-called virtue won out.
"Tom, please..." He pleaded quietly, turning to face Tom and trying to put an end to this situation.
"Please what?" Tom's voice was filled with confusion and a hint of hurt. Stewy looked into his eyes, searching for understanding and empathy. He needed Tom to see the internal struggle he was facing, the battle between desire and self-preservation.
"Please understand, Tom," Stewy whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I don't want this to be just a rebound, a momentary escape from the pain. I want something real, something meaningful."
Tom's brows furrowed, his expression softening as he tried to comprehend Stewy's words. His hand gently reached out, cupping Stewy's cheek, his thumb caressing the smooth skin. Stewy leaned into the touch, relishing the warmth and comfort it provided.
"I don't want to be the one to mend your broken heart, only to leave you shattered again, I don't want this to be like Kendall all over again." Stewy continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "You deserve so much more than that, Tom. You deserve someone who can give you everything, who won't treat you like a disposable option."
Tears welled up in Tom's eyes, mirroring the vulnerability in Stewy's own gaze. The room fell into a heavy silence, both men understanding the weight of the situation. Stewy could feel his heart pounding, uncertainty clawing at his chest. But he knew, deep down, that this was the right choice.
Tom took a deep breath, his grip on Stewy's cheek tightening ever so slightly. "You think I don't know that, Stewy?" he whispered, his voice laced with determination. "I've spent years being overlooked, taken for granted. I don't want to settle for less anymore."
A surge of admiration welled up inside Stewy, The heart he once thought broken is now swelling with a mix of emotions.
Emotions that stewy didn't know that he still capable of feeling.
"Then let's not settle," Stewy said, his voice firm and resolute. "Let's build something real."
Tom's eyes shone with a newfound hope, a spark that ignited a fire within Stewy's soul. They leaned in, their foreheads resting against each other, a silent promise passing between them.
"I want that, Stewy," Tom whispered, his voice filled with determination. "I-I want to heal with you, to learn what love truly means. Let's do this together."
"Yes," Stewy whispered, his voice filled with a newfound confidence and determination. And with that, he reached out, grabbing Tom by the collar, pulling him closer. Their lips crashed together in a desperate, passionate kiss, as if their lives depended on it.
Stewy's lips moved hungrily against Tom's, his hands sliding down Tom's back, drawing him impossibly closer. Tom's fingers tangled in Stewy's hair, holding him in place, their breath mingling as the intensity of their connection grew.
The room around them faded away, their surroundings reduced to mere background noise as their emotions took center stage. Every touch, every brush of their lips ignited a fire within them, fueling their desire for one another.
As the kiss deepened, their bodies pressed tightly against one another, Stewy's heart soared with a newfound sense of belonging. He had spent so long feeling lost and broken, but in this moment, he found solace in Tom's embrace.
Their tongues danced in a sensual rhythm, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that could not be satiated. Stewy's hands roamed Tom's back, tracing the contours of his muscles, memorizing every inch of his body.
Tom's body responded to Stewy's touch, a low moan escaping his lips as their kiss grew more fervent. His hands traveled down Stewy's chest, his fingers grazing over the defined abs he had admired just moments ago.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of desire and longing. Stewy's hands slid down to Tom's waist, fingers curling into the fabric of his pants, pulling him even closer. Their hips pressed together, a delicious friction building between them.
But as their kiss lingered, a voice in the back of Stewy's mind whispered a reminder. This was not just a momentary escape, a rebound from the pain he had experienced. This was the beginning of something real, something meaningful.
With great effort, Stewy reluctantly pulled away from Tom, his breath ragged and his lips swollen. Their eyes met, a mixture of desire, understanding, and an unspoken promise passing between them.
"We'll take it slow," Stewy said, his voice filled with determination.
Tom nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips as he cupped Stewy's cheek. "Okay."
And in that moment, Stewy's pettiness turned out to be a blessing in disguise.