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"you know, i never took you for a cuddler."
hearing that, tom mumbled something among the lines of "shutdafuckupasshole" and yawned. he pushed further into the man underneath, half-asleep (second half-drunk) and barely conscious.
it was rather late in the evening; everyone was tired at this point, but tom felt especially so, for a while already. well, that's what you get for drinking so much. although, he never was a lad to get sleepy-drunk. he was more of an… apathetic-drunk. sometimes angry-drunk. yeah, on specific occasions. that happened often anyway, because the occasion was his god damn housemate. that's life, he guessed. shit happened wether he wanted it or not. he couldn't even complain, really; not like he actually paid mortgage. eugh.
he was still too sober to think about mortgage. alas, surprisingly for everyone, he probably couldn't get any more alcohol into his system without passing out or throwing up all over matt. that would not be ideal. (matt would get sad.)
whatever. the important thing right now was how soft matt's chest felt underneath his cheek. how warm the blanket thrown over their bodies was. how the hood of his hoodie brushed over his face, sparing him from the light of the TV, and how nice the fabric felt. sleepy-drunk, absolutely. but also, comfy-drunk. he didn't remember if that ever happened before, actually. it felt weird, but nicely so; despite all the things that could irritate him, he felt nice. cuddly and soft.
"i should probably lower the volume, eh?" soft-spoken from the other side of the couch. "are you guys still watching?"
"i do! i'm invested," matt exclaimed, almost jumping in place, which got him a weak punch from the man on top. "ouch. i guess i deserve it."
"shhhhhuddup," tom hushed. a neatly manicured hand brushed over his hair, fingers curling between the strands, gently and slowly scratching his scalp. "ough…"
"that is a nice view," a fourth voice. tom practically gagged at the sound of it, but kept his cool. he's not a bitch, he can handle it. a man leaned onto the back of the couch, examining him and matt. tom ignored him completely, trying his best to silently savour the pleasant sensation. "matthew, taming the beast!"
tom wanted to punch him in the face so bad.
whatever. he could pretend to be asleep. his eyes were closed anyway, and he was facing away from the god forsaken norwegian. maybe he did think tom was asleep. why worry about such an annoying thing when there's a thumb rubbing lightly behind his ear, short nails scratching so perfectly just were he needed them, caressing so softly, tom yawned; a subtle sound started emitting from his throat.
"huh?" the scratches stopped. the sound didn't; tom weakly raised his head to ask what's wrong, but he didn't make it on time before tord-
"i see i missed so much more than you told me and showed me, my friends!" he sounded devilishly amused. "what is this that i hear, tom?"
for a second he froze without a single idea what the man was even talking about. tom turned to face tord looked at him as if he was a moron.
"yeah, actually, what was that?" edd spoke up.
"were you purring just now, kitty-boy?" tord asked, leaning closer to him and laughing right in his face. "ah, why did nobody ever tell me?"
"i was NOT- i- was i?" tom turned back to matt with a bewildered face, mixed with anger. he turned back to tord. "don't fucking call me that. why would you even call me that? what is wrong with- is that another one of your freaky-"
"tom, would you?" matt tapped him on the shoulder. "keep it quiet, mate."
"aww, so you really did tame the beast!" tord turned to matt with a wide smile. "i was only joking before, of course, how was i supposed to know! edd, you didn't as well, did you? you would've told me something crucial like that!"
"i am so confused right now," was the only thing edd could muster.
"would you stop-" tom wanted to keep complaining, but a playful scratch under his chin caught him off-guard. one energetic scratch, for sure; like a little kid playing with a cat for the first time, not knowing how to properly caress a pet. too stunned to speak, he just blinked rapidly, and the sound got louder again.
"ahaha! classic pussy-cat tom. i know you behaved like a lost useless kitten back in the day, but never thought you could sound like one as well!" the smile on tord's face was so very punchable it was unreal. and the lilac blush growing on tom's face too. he would punch himself in the face if he could.
"tord, quit it, he obviously doesn't like it," edd interrupted, shuffling closer to them and pushing tord's hand away. "you're just being mean."
"did you know that kitties only purr voluntarily, edd?" tord noted, obeying despite his words. "i think tommy-cat here just doesn't want to admit he likes it."
"i need to punch you in the balls."
"guys, please."
"now am i right, kitty-boy? you're just being really stubborn, just like an actual cat."
"tord, quit it! it's not funny!"
tom growled lowly, before simply looking away from the bitch of a man before him and laying back down onto matt's chest. it wasn't worth the stress. he was too sober for this. in all honestly, there was no way for him to be drunk enough to deal with tord. although, if he was one beer away from a coma… that would be a proper level, yes. he didn't want to push himself that far for him, though.
"oh, great! you ruined the mood now," edd sat back down on his place, glaring angrily at tord.
"i was just trying to have a bit of fun! you, my friends, do your things, why can't i do mine?"
"just shut your fucking mouth already, i was trying to SLEEP," tom growled. matt gently pat his back, trying to calm him down.
"i'm not surprised, tommy-cat. kittens do sleep for approximately twenty hours a day, or so i've heard."
"TORD."